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Where has youth gone? If you continue to squander it - Embrace it - For it has never denied you
People often ask me, why do I cling to a love, a silhouette, a lingering sadness for so long. Still people, but now they inquire:' Do you still love?'.
She - the petite girl from those days, still the same, still the old style, the same hair, fashion sense, and that familiar hat. Walking into the cafe where we used to share 'secretive' conversations.
She greeted me with a gentle smile, inviting me to sit down and join today's topic.
Most of the time, she starts with complaints, this pain, that suffering... But today, on a softly gloomy day, the wind whispering at the door, chilling my hands. She begins naturally and gently, her storytelling clear, crisp, as if wanting to draw me into her tale.
If joy eludes you, refrain from love! Set yourself free into the realm of independence, dear girls!
Her story unfolds about a beautiful, petite girl, always carrying within her a fierce vitality. And that vitality surges when she finds the missing piece of her life. Then came four years of happiness for the two, everything unfolding beautifully...
Until happiness, the force that once breathed life into her, turned its back on her. Everything seemed to happen too fast, so fast that the girl couldn't even say goodbye...
And every night, the muffled sobbing under the blanket, pillows soaked with tears. Here, she hesitates and then bursts into tears. Now, I understand, that's her story, just told in a different way than she usually tells me.
She only cries silently, not daring to cry aloud, afraid of letting others hear, and even more afraid of remembering that moment. The stifled sobs, tears flowing beneath the shelter of her hair, enough to reveal how much suffering she endured.
Girls, they cry in silence. They don't want others to see them cry, simply because they fear being asked why they cry, having to admit that they are vulnerable. She is the same, not always able to cry in every situation, only when she finds herself in the past.
Fortunately, she can still cry. The choked-up emotions of the past, the love she once cared about... where is it now? Sometimes, she confesses that she just wants to end her life.
But this, if she no longer loves, then she can stop loving. Just cease to love and continue living the remaining years in freedom. Enough sadness, the future, if she is willing to change, she will surely live happily with the freedom she once had. If joy eludes you, refrain from love! Set yourself free into the realm of independence, dear girls! A profound sorrow enough to make us grow, enough to make us realize we wasted our freedom for what.
Who wants to seek an even greater sorrow for themselves? So, my dear, you must choose happiness, let that past, let that sorrow be just a memory.
Source: Compiled
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