{"id":13143,"date":"2020-06-25T09:27:14","date_gmt":"2020-06-25T09:27:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=13143"},"modified":"2021-08-11T12:09:38","modified_gmt":"2021-08-11T12:09:38","slug":"esta-e-a-minha-ultima-carta-para-ti","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/esta-e-a-minha-ultima-carta-para-ti\/","title":{"rendered":"Esta \u00e9 a minha \u00faltima carta para ti"},"content":{"rendered":"

Querido amor, querida felicidade, querida dor, querido passado...<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

I am unsure of how to start this letter because can\u2019t quite fit all you were to me into just one word. You were my greatest love and the hardest lesson.<\/p>\n

You made me the happiest I\u2019ve ever been and you made me the most miserable. It\u2019s funny how you can experience the time of your life and the low of your life all with one person.<\/p>\n

Quando penso em ti, quando me lembro de ti, penso em todos aqueles pequenos momentos simples mas fant\u00e1sticos que n\u00e3o podem ser descritos por palavras. Os momentos de verdadeira felicidade.<\/p>\n

Como as noites em que faz\u00edamos festas do pijama s\u00f3 para n\u00f3s os dois. Aconcheg\u00e1vamo-nos na cama e v\u00edamos um filme. Nada de especial, mas eu adorava essas noites.<\/p>\n

\"Casal<\/p>\n

I felt that that\u2019s where I belong, right there with you, in the warmth of your embrace.<\/p>\n

Tenho de admitir que penso naquelas noites e momentos que partilh\u00e1mos sempre que come\u00e7o a pensar em ti. Tenho saudades da sensa\u00e7\u00e3o de calor, de perten\u00e7a e de seguran\u00e7a que tive contigo. Mas esse sentimento j\u00e1 se foi h\u00e1 muito. Desvaneceu-se enquanto eu ainda estava contigo.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

With time, I think about you less and less. But even on those nights when I think about all those heartwarming moments, I can\u2019t help but think about those that made the blood in my veins freeze from fear.<\/p>\n

You know those moments\u2014where you had complete blackouts and you would just start screaming at me for no good reason. When you would call me all sorts of names.<\/p>\n

When you were saying I am no good for you and that it\u2019s my fault that you are acting the way you are acting. I provoked you. I awakened the monster inside of you.<\/p>\n

\"homem<\/p>\n

You would calm down eventually. You would say you loved me, that you didn\u2019t mean those nasty things you said. But \u2018Love you\u2019 and \u2018I\u2019m sorry\u2019 didn\u2019t mean much from the monster I saw in you.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Tudo mudou depois da primeira vez que agiste assim. E houve mais e mais momentos como esse. Mudaste completamente. Tornaste-te algu\u00e9m que eu j\u00e1 n\u00e3o reconhecia.<\/a><\/p>\n

Zangavas-te com frequ\u00eancia e, quando eu me zangava contigo, punhas-me as culpas todas em cima. At\u00e9 justificavas as tuas ac\u00e7\u00f5es. Apesar de serem injustific\u00e1veis.<\/p>\n

You wouldn\u2019t come home at night. You said you were with friends. You never wanted to do anything with me or go anywhere with me. I couldn\u2019t let go of you so easily. I couldn\u2019t give up on you.<\/p>\n

Estava sempre a pensar que ias ser o homem que eu conheci. A criatura amorosa e gentil, que pensava o mundo de mim. Aquele que era compreensivo. Aquele que me apoiava.<\/em><\/p>\n

\"casal<\/p>\n

Aquele que me apreciava por tudo o que eu era e por tudo o que eu lhe estava a dar. Aquele que apreciava os pequenos momentos comigo.<\/em><\/p>\n

O homem que eu tinha conhecido desapareceu. Eventualmente, a minha for\u00e7a para lutar por ti tamb\u00e9m desapareceu. Nunca mais senti aquele calor. Nunca mais me senti segura contigo.<\/p>\n

Nunca mais me senti amada. Sentia-me s\u00f3, mesmo quando tu estavas l\u00e1.<\/p>\n

I knew it\u2019s time to fight, not to stay, not to change you or hope that you will change yourself. I had been doing that all along. <\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

T<\/strong><\/em>he time came when I had to start fighting to let go just as hard I was fighting to stay\u2014perhaps even harder.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

I want you to know that was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I loved you even though you changed. I loved you even when I left because I couldn\u2019t stop loving you. But I had to.<\/p>\n

\"vista<\/p>\n

N\u00e3o me deixaste outra op\u00e7\u00e3o. O teu comportamento piorou. Havia dias em que voltavas a ser o mesmo de sempre, mas esses dias eram apenas calmarias antes das tempestades furiosas.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t life anymore\u2014it was surviving. I wanted more. I deserved more. It wasn’t love any more. True love isn\u2019t supposed to feel like torture. Love isn\u2019t supposed to make you feel the warmth one moment and terror the next one.<\/p>\n

This is my last letter to you Dear Past because that\u2019s everything you are to me now. Just a distant memory of a love that could\u2019ve been but never was. It never was because you never knew what love is.<\/p>\n

Ensinaste-me como as coisas nunca devem ser. Ensinaste-me o que o amor n\u00e3o \u00e9.<\/a> Estou grato por isso.<\/p>\n

I still think of you sometimes, maybe I always will, but that\u2019s normal\u2014you were my greatest love, my hardest goodbye, and the biggest lesson I ever learned.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"Esta<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dear love, dear happiness, dear pain, dear past\u2026 I am unsure of how to start this letter because can\u2019t quite fit all you were to me into just one word. You were my greatest love and the hardest lesson. You made me the happiest I\u2019ve ever been and you made me the most miserable. It\u2019s…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":41,"featured_media":97231,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","_kadence_starter_templates_imported_post":false,"_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29653],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13143","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-letters"],"taxonomy_info":{"category":[{"value":29653,"label":"letters"}]},"featured_image_src_large":["https:\/\/herway.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/This-Is-My-Last-Letter-To-You-1.jpg",800,532,false],"author_info":{"display_name":"Martha Sullivan","author_link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/author\/martha-sullivan\/"},"comment_info":0,"category_info":[{"term_id":29653,"name":"letters","slug":"letters","term_group":0,"term_taxonomy_id":29653,"taxonomy":"category","description":"Regardless if you're looking for moving on, romantic, emotional, or open letters on various topics, you can be sure that you'll find it all here. ","parent":29651,"count":207,"filter":"raw","cat_ID":29653,"category_count":207,"category_description":"Regardless if you're looking for moving on, romantic, emotional, or open letters on various topics, you can be sure that you'll find it all here. ","cat_name":"letters","category_nicename":"letters","category_parent":29651}],"tag_info":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13143","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/41"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13143"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13143\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/97231"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13143"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13143"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13143"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}