A story ...
A cycle is closed and a thousand doors to open
received the news today, had ended treatment so long, had finally won the battle against cancer after two years of a long and tough race seemed to have expired at the news and time stood still, his ears could not believe such good news, the heart beats him while she thought it would come out of chest ... ....
could not believe the nightmare was over, began to mourn and laugh at the same time, it crossed his mind many things, many people, the thoughts came and went quickly, suddenly in his mind the figure of the person support both the hard times, he was there with the big smile and open arms, mind goes back to that time he said it first ....
was a Sunday afternoon in which she was working when suddenly your phone rings, she looks at the screen to answer questions, because they do not know whether to share the news or keep it for him too, and takes the call automatically after initial greetings tells him that's gone to the doctor and their pains are a tumor that was removed and see if it is benign or not, but it seems that it is cancer, the other side is heard a sound like a long sigh and then a -you will see how everything goes right, and a thousand words of support on his mind right now are not present when he gave the news that shook like a leaf and his heart was beating so much for the fear that would not let her hear it any more, but inside I knew I had it to him, even when he was on the other side of the ocean ...
And not mistaken, he was always a phone call , e, a short line, a picture ... until one day he received a notice, the love of his life soon to be father of a beautiful pair of twins and she even knew it was an event to celebrate he did, instead that felt a pang that pierced his heart and only managed to send a short message with an
congratulations ... From that moment his life took a turn, the post stopped coming fluently, words are shortened and the calls are over, she felt alone even though I had many people around its supporters, wept frequently and between treatment and his attempt to live their lives as normal as possible the time he was going, the hope of receiving mail was becoming more distant but yet she never lost hope of finding something, a short line, a hello ... but no, nothing like that happened the distance is large and heavy to ....
Why was in love with the wrong person? Because the distance between the two had to be so?
She had begun to fall in love with him because I thought it was free to do so, when she met him, he was going through a difficult time of separation with his wife and she was slowly falling in love with him ... .. But love was not reciprocal ...
For be engaged in this "love, torment" did not realize there was a person who loved her infinitely, and each day gave him the heart and soul into every word and every second; until one morning that until now had become his best friend, "his family doctor," I brought some beautiful flowers to your room without further said he was in love with her that she was brave and admirable ....
The force of habit she had wanted it very much and it was important in your life, but love?? That was far from feeling it is true that I was infinitely grateful for the days when he took his hand after chemotherapy, at night he sang a song, by the thousands of chess games had been won or golfrenatas those chocolates and biscuits they had shared in secret in the room ....
As might say to this man who did not love him, at least not with the love of your dreams, and hurt the person she had helped her in life, such as refusing to love when you see it in the eyes of a person to which you do not love? ..
No, definitely, she could not say no ... I wanted to be given the opportunity to love and feel loved, maybe true love was not one who is given as an impulse, he was not given at first sight, maybe the love was not like in the stories, perhaps love was a daily struggle in which he had to plant to harvest, maybe it was time to leave his rosy world and ventures with firm steps in building a true path to love ...
Today on this important day it .. Two years into this story, can only be grateful to life with God and with that first love of his life which I now know was ephemeral as life itself ...
And it says to herself to live not always get a second chance ... ... .. BB ARIADNA
A cycle is closed and a thousand doors to open
received the news today, had ended treatment so long, had finally won the battle against cancer after two years of a long and tough race seemed to have expired at the news and time stood still, his ears could not believe such good news, the heart beats him while she thought it would come out of chest ... ....
could not believe the nightmare was over, began to mourn and laugh at the same time, it crossed his mind many things, many people, the thoughts came and went quickly, suddenly in his mind the figure of the person support both the hard times, he was there with the big smile and open arms, mind goes back to that time he said it first ....
was a Sunday afternoon in which she was working when suddenly your phone rings, she looks at the screen to answer questions, because they do not know whether to share the news or keep it for him too, and takes the call automatically after initial greetings tells him that's gone to the doctor and their pains are a tumor that was removed and see if it is benign or not, but it seems that it is cancer, the other side is heard a sound like a long sigh and then a -you will see how everything goes right, and a thousand words of support on his mind right now are not present when he gave the news that shook like a leaf and his heart was beating so much for the fear that would not let her hear it any more, but inside I knew I had it to him, even when he was on the other side of the ocean ...
And not mistaken, he was always a phone call , e, a short line, a picture ... until one day he received a notice, the love of his life soon to be father of a beautiful pair of twins and she even knew it was an event to celebrate he did, instead that felt a pang that pierced his heart and only managed to send a short message with an
congratulations ... From that moment his life took a turn, the post stopped coming fluently, words are shortened and the calls are over, she felt alone even though I had many people around its supporters, wept frequently and between treatment and his attempt to live their lives as normal as possible the time he was going, the hope of receiving mail was becoming more distant but yet she never lost hope of finding something, a short line, a hello ... but no, nothing like that happened the distance is large and heavy to ....
Why was in love with the wrong person? Because the distance between the two had to be so?
She had begun to fall in love with him because I thought it was free to do so, when she met him, he was going through a difficult time of separation with his wife and she was slowly falling in love with him ... .. But love was not reciprocal ...
For be engaged in this "love, torment" did not realize there was a person who loved her infinitely, and each day gave him the heart and soul into every word and every second; until one morning that until now had become his best friend, "his family doctor," I brought some beautiful flowers to your room without further said he was in love with her that she was brave and admirable ....
The force of habit she had wanted it very much and it was important in your life, but love?? That was far from feeling it is true that I was infinitely grateful for the days when he took his hand after chemotherapy, at night he sang a song, by the thousands of chess games had been won or golfrenatas those chocolates and biscuits they had shared in secret in the room ....
As might say to this man who did not love him, at least not with the love of your dreams, and hurt the person she had helped her in life, such as refusing to love when you see it in the eyes of a person to which you do not love? ..
No, definitely, she could not say no ... I wanted to be given the opportunity to love and feel loved, maybe true love was not one who is given as an impulse, he was not given at first sight, maybe the love was not like in the stories, perhaps love was a daily struggle in which he had to plant to harvest, maybe it was time to leave his rosy world and ventures with firm steps in building a true path to love ...
Today on this important day it .. Two years into this story, can only be grateful to life with God and with that first love of his life which I now know was ephemeral as life itself ...
And it says to herself to live not always get a second chance ... ... .. BB ARIADNA
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