
fabioss1984
How can I trust someone who was never there for me in my most difficult moments, who always walked away when I needed help, who preferred to stay away while I struggled to overcome my difficulties on my own? And now, after so many falls and so many injuries, you want me to give up trust empty-handed? How can I trust the empty words of someone who wasn’t there when the fight really happened? I want to trust, but fear still paralyzes me and doubts eat away at me, because I’m afraid of giving up and getting hurt again. How can I trust someone who tells me that the world can change when my world has been destroyed so many times? Since my pain has made me distrust everything and everyone, how can I overcome these fears, remove the ties that bind me, and trust people again, especially myself?????
fabioss1984
We become true warriors not when life is kind to us, but when we are tempered by adversity. In the heat of the fire, in the most difficult trials, we reveal our true strength and resilience. I have never waited for the perfect moment to be happy. Rather, I have found true happiness in the darkest moments when the pain was unbearable. It is in these vulnerable times that we learn about the true nature of people.
fabioss1984
When you yawn near me, I feel the world slowing down, and for a moment, your vulnerability becomes more alluring. It’s not just a sign of tiredness, it’s a subtle way of wanting to be closer to you, to share in even the smallest moments of your day. It’s as if, in the simple act of yawning, you’re telling me to take care of every part of you, to be there for you even in your most peaceful and vulnerable moments.
fabioss1984
Learning from mistakes is important, but it is not enough. We must wear our scars like medals because they are proof that we have overcome obstacles and become stronger with each step we take. Each mark on our soul is a testament to our resilience and ability to turn challenges into triumphs. Use them wisely, with an open mind and a determined spirit.
mbueno76
Hi, I really enjoyed talking to you, it was wonderful. Everything is dirty here, my aunt asked about the smell and I pretended not to understand, thank goodness she didn't look at the floor, she left and went back to sleep, now I have to go to the bathroom to wash it and clean the floor. If you can, tell me how it was there, take care. Kisses, God bless you