The Time Traveler's Wife (~)

In despite of all the bad critics about it, I loved the movie. How could I not fell in love with a story where time were no capable of bounding their love? Where one didn't need the other at all, ( actually, their relationship was the most painfull and full of distance) and they'd probably be better if they've not met, buuut, they'd rather die not being together? And even tough sometimes they couldn't be together because he vanished in the air, they got throw it all. Impossible not to fell for it. { Let's say it right away, I have a love of my life and I'v got only one, so you're the one. And our forever were interrupted and thjat's a shame. }

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Listening Kate Perry's "Thinking of You" not intencionally (the car's radio was turned on) suddenly reminded me all that guilt, the weight from my drawing and everything...doens't matter.

What I really came to write was something about endlessness. I never liked forever, nothing without an end pleased me. I'm terrified of it. But, when I was with the one I considered the love of my life, I forgot it, I wanted infinity, all I wanted was it. I took long figuring it out, we we're trying for the third time being together, I was insecure, I didn't want to get again and after a couple weeks, I was completely given, my essence was not only mine anymore. Hurt again. How pathetic is that? I couldn't accept heaven that should be wonderful forever but I could do it with a love that ended in six months.