Valentino course, in heaven above, must blow the whistle long ears today.
When I was engaged, I also celebrated my good nights and classic Valentine's Day. What
, excuse the bluntness, were gift-dinner sex.
not remember romance, but it's probably the memory that it misses the mark, it took centuries. It will
know that I am one that avoids the religious holidays, like the plague.
But I go against the grain. I'm not even the team partied all day, I'm still in love. "
are otherwise consistent, and do not even celebrate Women's Day, birthday, wedding anniversary.
When I become so cynical? I never stop to think about this.
Thinking about it now, I think that period of my life is over when my husband got sick.
Since then I seem to have an armor of iron around.
maintain only Christmas and birthdays of the children, I do loro.Non I have no desire to celebrate.
But it's not laziness, is that I really did not give a damn.
do not know what happened to me.
My desire to celebrate something is hidden somewhere, or is it just evaporated?
I am happy in life, I am calm and loving, I would give my life for my husband and my children.
And I'm passionate about my work.
But otherwise, everything is dry.
This flatness of sensations and feelings a little 'scare me, I seem to go out.
But the love I feel, I have not lost.
Why I no longer (or perhaps never had) the desire to celebrate the love?
Sorry for the post of self-analysis, trying to understand what goes through my head.
I feel so blurred that time, I wrapped my head behind a fog perennial.
What is this desire to celebrate that I see around? And 'real, genuine, or feigned, set?
I do not understand, I do not remember.
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