Sometimes it's hard to forget. There are events that are quite marked in the minds of people, and if we add the personal bias that everyone has to assign an emotional value to what happens to you, the end result is relatively painless, even sad to see . Tuempo long ago that psychologist's weblog lame but since I have already spoken to several professionals, with my family, my friends, both new and old, the truth can not find an answer.
The only person who could give me, I do not even talk. And in many ways I feel that this is a lawsuit against me, I do not speak for my personality flaws (many), perhaps I could never meet their expectations what a man "should" be and therefore, I left my fate in a country where I am concluding, I never wanted to be.
Just do not blame me. There are very few times when I could say I've been really happy. And this week, because that week I was. After years of loneliness, work until 11 at night, failure, feeling that he could not compete with people who lived in the comfort of your family, do not have to eat bread at times, lasting closure the semester, well ... have someone, whether for one week only, ending meaning something.
Of course, it hurts that have meant something to only one, and not the other person. God knows what you do and who you are, and God knows why he decided not to love. And eventually, want to or not someone is less fact and more decisively. Forget
certainly is difficult.
