{"id":18650,"date":"2020-07-14T08:21:53","date_gmt":"2020-07-14T08:21:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=18650"},"modified":"2021-08-12T11:30:08","modified_gmt":"2021-08-12T11:30:08","slug":"no-final-tudo-o-que-aprendi-foi-como-ser-forte-sozinho","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/pt\/no-final-tudo-o-que-aprendi-foi-como-ser-forte-sozinho\/","title":{"rendered":"No final, tudo o que aprendi foi como ser forte - sozinho"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00c9 suposto o amor ensinar-nos a sensa\u00e7\u00e3o de sermos aceites, apreciados e amados. O amor \u00e9 suposto ensinar-nos como amar algu\u00e9m tanto quanto nos amamos a n\u00f3s pr\u00f3prios, como fazer algu\u00e9m a nossa prioridade<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Mas contigo, o amor s\u00f3 me ensinou a dor.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Come\u00e7\u00e1mos bem. \u00c9ramos felizes; est\u00e1vamos apaixonados. Ou pelo menos eu pensava que est\u00e1vamos. E gostava de poder dizer que sei o que aconteceu. Gostava de poder dizer para onde desapareceu o homem por quem me apaixonei, mas n\u00e3o fa\u00e7o ideia.<\/p>\n

Tudo o que sei, a \u00fanica coisa que nunca quis saber, \u00e9 a sensa\u00e7\u00e3o de ser deixado de lado na minha pr\u00f3pria rela\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/p>\n

I was standing next to you, but it was like you couldn\u2019t see me. It was like you didn\u2019t want to see me. Eras t\u00e3o r\u00e1pido a ver os meus erros, mas t\u00e3o lento a ver a dor no meu rosto e as l\u00e1grimas nos meus olhos. <\/b><\/p>\n

Estavas t\u00e3o dedicado a olhar para outras mulheres, mas esqueceste-te de olhar para mim. Bem, s\u00f3 quando me querias comparar com algu\u00e9m melhor.<\/p>\n

Era suposto o amor mostrar-me como \u00e9 ser aceite.<\/b> How it feels to have someone who is going to look at me in the morning and still think that I\u2019m the most amazing human being.<\/p>\n

\"homem<\/p>\n

I know that I\u2019m not, but I wanted to know how it feels to be one just for one second. But you couldn\u2019t even give me that. And honestly, I have no idea how I could\u2019ve been so blind. Love was supposed to show me how it feels to be loved.<\/p>\n

Mas contigo, s\u00f3 me mostrou tristeza.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Lembro-me de como pensava que, se me esfor\u00e7asse um pouco mais, talvez me amasses. Lembro-me de como me levantava de manh\u00e3 e pensava em todas as formas de te fazer ver como posso ser fant\u00e1stica.<\/p>\n

Como N\u00d3S podemos ser fant\u00e1sticos. Ainda me lembro de todas as vezes que me puseste de lado por causa de algo que era mais importante para ti.<\/p>\n

Your job, your friends, your alone time, your guys night\u2026 Everything except me. So that explains why you could never see how broken I am, how sadness was drowning me. But it doesn\u2019t explain why you stayed with me.<\/p>\n

Porque \u00e9 que me usaste da maneira que usaste. Porque \u00e9 que tu quebraste-me<\/a>. Eu era apenas um jogo para ti? Fui apenas um capacho para ti? Ou algu\u00e9m que tinhas como rede de seguran\u00e7a?<\/p>\n

\"rapariga<\/p>\n

Sabes, \u00e9 suposto o amor dar-nos for\u00e7a.<\/b> It\u2019s supposed to be the wind under the wings and other clich\u00e9 shit. But you made it seem impossible.<\/p>\n

You made it seem like the only purpose of love is to break one. And screw you for it. Maybe love is a clich\u00e9 because that\u2019s the way it should be.<\/p>\n

Deve ajudar-te a caminhar pelo resto do mundo. Deveria fazer-te sentir como o ser humano mais incr\u00edvel, and it\u2019s supposed to make you feel like a superhero.<\/b><\/p>\n

Mas, contigo, s\u00f3 me deu fraqueza e desilus\u00e3o.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

Eu ouvia-te, cada palavra que sa\u00eda da tua mente. E depois, lentamente, essas palavras come\u00e7aram a perseguir peda\u00e7os de mim e a substitu\u00ed-los.<\/p>\n

Lentamente, todas as li\u00e7\u00f5es que aprendi foram substitu\u00eddas pelas tuas. Todos os elogios que recebi foram substitu\u00eddos pelas tuas palavras t\u00f3xicas.<\/p>\n

\"mulher<\/p>\n

A minha for\u00e7a foi substitu\u00edda por fraqueza e a minha confian\u00e7a foi substitu\u00edda por um sentimento de n\u00e3o ser suficientemente bom.<\/p>\n

My love, my emotions, my passions and my fire\u2014they were all replaced with nothing but voids. It felt like your words were echoing inside me and every time I tried to silence them, they would become louder.<\/p>\n

Sempre que tentei silenciar-te, fugir de ti, foste mais forte. Eras mais doce. E eras mais venenosa.<\/p>\n

Love is supposed to be the best thing that happened to you\u2014when it\u2019s real, of course. <\/b><\/p>\n

O amor \u00e9 suposto mostrar-nos que, apesar de estarmos inteiros, ainda h\u00e1 algu\u00e9m que nos melhora e cria um homem de ferro a partir de n\u00f3s. Eles s\u00e3o o teu escudo e tu \u00e9s o seu cora\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/p>\n

Quando o amor \u00e9 real, ensina-nos que as eternidades n\u00e3o s\u00e3o suficientes para voc\u00eas os dois. Quando o amor \u00e9 real, ensina-te que toda a gente \u00e9 imperfeita, mas com a pessoa certa, tu encaixar perfeitamente<\/a>criando a sua pr\u00f3pria defini\u00e7\u00e3o de perfei\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/p>\n

\"homem<\/p>\n

But you\u2026 you and the thing you called \u2018love\u2019 showed me none of it. Taught me none of it. And I wish I could say that I did something about it. I wish I could say that I gave you a taste of your own medicine.<\/p>\n

But I couldn\u2019t. And because of that, it took me way too long to look myself in the mirror. To look myself in the eyes and say that I did everything I could.<\/p>\n

To say that I\u2019m already doing great and that every day is a chance for a new adventure.<\/p>\n

And that the void inside me is no longer that scary and huge; it\u2019s being filled with laughter and love. That your toxic words are no longer so loud because my music is louder than they are.<\/p>\n

It took me too long to stand back up on my feet. And now that I finally did, there is no way I\u2019ll ever let anyone knock me down again. <\/b><\/p>\n

Not you, not my past, not my future or my anxiety. I\u2019m all that is left and that is more than enough!<\/b><\/p>\n

\"No<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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