Old movies ... are amazing. Totally different perspectives ... especially when it comes about love. Like in the movie "A lonely place" .. from 1950. I smile hearing .... "I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me." I smile ... but i like those words.
More and more people were telling me that i look unhappy. And … I hate to hear that. I even wanted to ask them … do i look unhappy or depressed?! … but it was difficult to define that. I was analyzing myself … trying to understand the meaning of my unhappy face …. but … Time was passing …
We do not believe we deserve to be loved. We believe love exists, but not for us. We read about it, saw it to other couples, dreamed about it ... but cant believe we can have it. We looked for happiness ... and ended up in a marriage where instead of love, we see only hate and the desire to be controlled by the partner. Everything
Today ... when i want something ... i ask myself ... what is really the price of that?! And .... the next logical questions are ... can i afford to pay that ... and do i really want to pay it?! 3 simple questions. Even a kid ... could understand such a process ... but ... it is funny cause ...