{"id":17189,"date":"2020-06-02T11:07:09","date_gmt":"2020-06-02T11:07:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=17189"},"modified":"2021-08-12T08:37:49","modified_gmt":"2021-08-12T08:37:49","slug":"amar-te-foi-uma-tortura","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/amar-te-foi-uma-tortura\/","title":{"rendered":"Amar-te foi uma tortura"},"content":{"rendered":"

Sempre que penso em ti, sinto arrepios na espinha que me fazem lembrar o horror. Lembram-me como \u00e9 que uma coisa que eu pensava ser bonita podia acabar da maneira que acabou. <\/span><\/p>\n

How could I be so blind? Was it really my fault? No. I wouldn’t say so.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amar-te foi uma tortura.<\/b> Don’t roll your eyes at me now, because you know that I’m telling you the truth. <\/span><\/p>\n

Esse jogo que estavas constantemente a jogar comigo confundiu o meu cora\u00e7\u00e3o e a minha mente para nunca <\/span>saber se me amavas<\/span><\/a> ou se me desprezaste do fundo do teu cora\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amar-te era confuso.<\/b> Acordavas de manh\u00e3 e atiravas-te a mim com todo o amor e carinho que um ser humano pode dar a algu\u00e9m. <\/span><\/p>\n

Eu era a tua primeira e \u00fanica manh\u00e3. Falavas comigo durante horas sobre como estavas grato por me teres, como tinhas tido sorte em me conhecer. Mas \u00e0 noite, tudo isso mudaria.<\/span><\/p>\n

At night, I would never know where you were at. My phone calls would reach your voicemail and my heart would burst into little pieces when you wouldn’t come home by the time you told me you would. <\/span><\/p>\n

O meu problema \u00e9 que pensei que ias mudar, ou melhor, que a pessoa que eras de manh\u00e3 era o teu verdadeiro eu. <\/span><\/p>\n

Demorei algum tempo a perceber que as manh\u00e3s foram a oportunidade que aproveitaste para me manter agarrada, para me fazeres perdoar-te e para me fazeres recordar <\/span>porque me apaixonei por ti<\/span><\/a> em primeiro lugar.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amar-te nunca foi f\u00e1cil.<\/b> It always felt like I wasn’t enough, although I kept convincing myself that I was. <\/span><\/p>\n

Continuei a dizer a mim pr\u00f3prio que tudo o que tinha visto nos teus olhos era a minha valida\u00e7\u00e3o e que as tuas ac\u00e7\u00f5es eram algo completamente diferente. <\/span><\/p>\n

Now I see that I was simply blinded by the love I felt for you. I couldn’t see what was right in front of me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amar-te foi um voo curto.<\/b> A certa altura, pensei que dominava o mundo e que tu eras a minha pessoa especial. <\/span><\/p>\n

A certa altura, acreditei mesmo que eras tu que me ias ajudar a curar todas as minhas feridas e a nunca mais me partir o cora\u00e7\u00e3o. <\/span><\/p>\n

Mas quando me cortaste as asas e me despenhei, vi finalmente que nada do que tinha imaginado era a verdade.<\/span><\/p>\n

Aproveitaram-se de mim.<\/b> My love didn’t mean anything to you. You simply wanted me to be there, so you didn\u2019t have to feel so lonely anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n

Mas querida, deixa-me dizer-te isto: amar-te n\u00e3o foi mais do que uma verdadeira tortura. <\/span><\/p>\n

O meu cora\u00e7\u00e3o estava a partir-se<\/span><\/a> every step of the way while I tried to convince it that there was nothing bad in loving you and I don’t know if I will be able to forgive myself for being so blind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amar-te ensinou-me uma li\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/b> Ensinou-me que o amor nunca \u00e9 unilateral. O amor envolve sempre duas pessoas que est\u00e3o prontas para trabalhar em algo m\u00e1gico. Nunca ser\u00e1 doloroso ou triste. <\/span><\/p>\n

O amor \u00e9 suposto ser f\u00e1cil e nunca deixar ningu\u00e9m sofrer. O amor deve encher-nos os pulm\u00f5es de alegria quando nos vemos um ao outro e isso \u00e9 algo que nunca recebi de ti. Nunca tive esse tipo de amor f\u00e1cil.<\/span><\/p>\n

Parece duro, mas deixem-me ser honesto: mere\u00e7o muito mais do que mensagens de texto ou telefonemas sem resposta. Eu mere\u00e7o explica\u00e7\u00f5es. Mere\u00e7o o teu tempo. <\/span><\/p>\n

Parece mesmo que <\/span>uma longa lista de coisas<\/span><\/a> but I am a woman who knows what she wants and I know how much I gave myself to this relationship. That’s why I have the right to claim what I deserve.<\/span><\/p>\n

But it’s over.<\/b> All those nights I spent by myself waiting for you to come home, all those times I begged you to talk to me and tell me what I\u2019d done wrong, all those times I thought I wasn’t enough<\/span>\u2014<\/span>it’s all over. The torture is over.<\/span><\/p>\n

Olha para mim agora, a arrumar as minhas coisas.<\/b> Can’t you see what you’ve lost? You’ve lost someone who was ready to conquer the world in your name. You lost someone who loved you wholeheartedly. You lost me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Perdeste-me com a tua boca cheia de mentiras e com todos os jogos que jogaste. <\/b><\/p>\n

You lost me because you didn’t know how to treat a woman right. <\/b><\/p>\n

At least I knew when the game was getting out of control and that’s why I’m leaving.<\/b><\/p>\n

\"AMAR-TE<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Whenever I think of you, I get shivers down my spine that remind me of the horror. They remind me of how something I thought to be beautiful could end up the way it did. How could I be so blind? Was it really my fault? No. I wouldn’t say so. Loving you was torture….<\/p>","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":0,"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":[29619],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17189","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stories-love"],"taxonomy_info":{"category":[{"value":29619,"label":"stories"}]},"featured_image_src_large":false,"author_info":{"display_name":"Tara Brown","author_link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/author\/tara-brown\/"},"comment_info":0,"category_info":[{"term_id":29619,"name":"stories","slug":"stories-love","term_group":0,"term_taxonomy_id":29619,"taxonomy":"category","description":"To all the souls struggling with complicated love experiences: These heartfelt stories about love, heartbreak, and moving on will be your voice of wisdom.","parent":38,"count":424,"filter":"raw","cat_ID":29619,"category_count":424,"category_description":"To all the souls struggling with complicated love experiences: These heartfelt stories about love, heartbreak, and moving on will be your voice of wisdom.","cat_name":"stories","category_nicename":"stories-love","category_parent":38}],"tag_info":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17189","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\/40"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17189"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17189\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}