In short, it is difficult to know how it feels when you really do not want to believe that we can feel something like that ...
I will not spend the rest of the month trying to figure out my feelings, and come when me realize, we'll see ...
Perhaps with a little help ... but I know that will never come, I know there is a mirror that reflects my feelings, I know it's a window that displays a different reality than mine, although I'd like to think that, at least, are compatible realities. Although TB is not that it would bring more complications, that nothing would be easy, but it sure would be better. Rereading, I speak as if they really knew what I feel. Maybe so. But perhaps it would save if it were not tears.
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