Thursday, November 25, 2010

What Is An African Skirt Called?

Christmas


Lying on the couch she ran between words of the toughest moments of his life. She felt terribly alone, all I wanted was dead, to their illusions. The first time I saw was like a ghost, a being without a soul seeking the necessary encouragement to continue living. Alone in a life woven through the years, not only had to talk but who did not have to live.
Loneliness pervaded all areas, from work to home and from home to work and passed his life since he had put an end at the morbid relationship held for years. Since the death of her parents, she had turned all their hopes in this relationship. Did not care about friends or spend their free time. He filled his world, no longer needed. Losing was not in their plans. The world fell on him the day he packed his bags and left for good.
colors that filled their lives before they became dark. The last door was closed happiness for her. For him to live with a person he had become unbearable. The dependence was such that he could not breathe, she did not give options, impoverished life until the end of the world were only two of them, all the rest empty. Now she was alone. Bet on one number and lost it all. A stroke had destroyed all humanity. Neither the transfer of the city get him to feel that there were others. Was locked itself in its own jail.
From the beginning, it seemed that I did not exist for her. He spoke for itself, did not result in my speeches, I had barely glance. As time went tearing down the high walls he had built and was letting go, a smile, a gesture of complicity. One day he said he had worn that dress to be beautiful to me. He seemed excited about their sessions, tell your everyday life and also began to have some hope for the future. Small flashes of light leaving a glimpse of a world richer than this small where she had lived so many years.
One day he came to the consultation unrecognizable, side by side smiling face. He had enrolled in college classes and began in earnest. I wanted to have companions, have schedules, moving from its stagnation. For two months he had taken up a friendship with a childhood companion, were from time to time for coffee, shopping. For years he had disengaged and do not know why. Began to understand that the relationship was no solution for your life. "It is good to love as if the other were the only person in the world," he said. Hear those words from his mouth and was a big step.
no longer afraid of loneliness, had opened so many doors you did not live alone and being single and only made him feel abandoned. I had friends who loved her, had people who had a strong will and commitment to his psychoanalysis. Had understood that a book just to be with others who are the commitments that make you live, that was committed not to give your life to the first bidder.

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