I've been thinking about this stuff of impossible love.
You know? I do not believe in an impossible love.
Yes, perhaps the beauty lies on such a tragedy and, perhaps, there is poetry in there. And it is poetry. But while speaking about stories, there is beauty. When speaking about life... there is only tragedy, sadness, broken hearts. Could you picture love as a feeling that cannot come true? A feeling that cannot be fully lived? No... Love cannot be hopeless. And if it is so a way has to be built towards some hope, some possibility. If one can live happily ever after, better starting it as soon as possible. Life is quite short and never does not fit into this period...
An impossible love is when there is the time against (and even so, maybe).
An impossible love is when there is no love.
Yes, perhaps the beauty lies on such a tragedy and, perhaps, there is poetry in there. And it is poetry. But while speaking about stories, there is beauty. When speaking about life... there is only tragedy, sadness, broken hearts. Could you picture love as a feeling that cannot come true? A feeling that cannot be fully lived? No... Love cannot be hopeless. And if it is so a way has to be built towards some hope, some possibility. If one can live happily ever after, better starting it as soon as possible. Life is quite short and never does not fit into this period...
An impossible love is when there is the time against (and even so, maybe).
An impossible love is when there is no love.
Well, maybe when there is renouncing. But this is another story... and it is late...
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