
Life can be unfair from birth.
You don’t choose your parents and your childhood. You can
you are born into ruins that are not a safe home.
That’s how it’s meant to be and there’s nothing you can do about it
to do. But childhood marks you. It’s not about
that he would later refer to all the time
to an unhappy childhood without security and
of love. But this is the baggage that then
you carry it with you all your life. And it is love
or there is none, there is no intermediate variant.
I survived move after move. Rather,
homes, re-education institutions. I never did
knew what was hidden under the word home.
For me, home was a boy. I have experienced years
domestic violence, they locked me up for more
days in a little room, I witnessed how
the father beat the mother. So every few
months. A certain image of the mother, how
falls after her father’s blow on the linoleum and her from
the mouth is slowly bleeding, it has been with me for decades.
Again and again. I crawl up to her and lick
her blood. And then that big, indescribable one
omnipresent fear. What will happen,
what kind of evening awaits us?! And again and again.
And then you don’t grow at all.
It is a fallacy to claim that these difficult trials
strengthen. No! When you get kicked, you’re just kicked.
Your luggage is heavy. No, what’s under
section home, you don’t know what is under the word
love. You have everything in your mind and heart
mixed up. What is right and what is wrong. Then you do
you settle in a castle, where you are re-educated. Into what
only? How could you? Everything you can
they give, it is a safe bed. There is no one who would
understood, talked to you. He hugged you. And
time is passing you by. You grow up hurt.
Your soul, like everyone else, is searching for its own soul
a twin who would understand and love you.
To love. What magical words. Just something
hide inside? It is a mistake to think that he has
infatuation some connection with having
like and love. Love is a feeling that
lasts every loving day. Care is woven into it,
warmth, kindness, understanding, faith,
beauty, closeness, a thousand feelings. Falling in love
it’s just a moment when you burn and tremble.
Out of passion, without thinking. He comes in
it goes out, time changes it, sometimes to perfection
opposite.
So you need luck to meet
and you meet a man who loves you. But luck
he doesn’t have a phone. Many never realize
the man who stands by you, believes you,
helps you, recognizes your beauty and
value.
I was on my way to the abyss. But I am
was lucky. Vesna recognized all of them
feelings and value that I am not even myself
recognized. There were outages and small betrayals.
But love knows how to forgive, it endures longer
like a few moments. love gives
without expecting anything in return. That’s why it is
love friendship The past, of course
she is not forgotten, she cannot be. But with love
man has some invisible power to burn
even for empty days and difficult times that always
they come…
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