It is in your worst, most embarrassing, most exposing moments, when you truely realise how much others love you. It will catch you of guard and no matter how very bad you feel, the warmth is overwhelming by all means.
To me, it was a lesson I longed for exactly ten years ago and yes, I do regret how we did not work, when we now realise that we could have if we only had been a little braver. If we hadn't been kids.
It might haunt me forever.
I will be one of those women young girls read about in cheesy novels and cry their eyes out over the romantic tragedy. For it truely is a tragedy.
I do love to suffer a little, romantically. I can not say I'm not enjoying it to a certain extend, or am touched.
The most romantic moments happened when I was 18.
I did live in a tragic, romantic novel and suffered. And could not appreciate it. Who can, I wonder? In the moment it happens?
It is such a relief to see reciprocal feelings after years and years of pondering.
It is a relief.
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