My beloved,
Because I pretend to be a strong woman, an independent one and specially a happy woman .... I'm writing to you. I'm writing to you, because if I'll choose another form of communication, from the woman described above, will remain a little girl, with sweaty palms, rainy eyes and a sad smile on the face.
I am trying to be strong. I usually fail. But only I know about this fail. Because, if at "to be strong" chapter I fail, at "to seem strong" chapter I am the best, and people, you know, are seeing just the appearances.
Anyway, for the society, I am fulfilled, independent woman, who obtain whatever she wants and is doing well at work and with men.
But inside lies a little girl lies, with fears, emotions, with a sea of (damn) naivety and with a great nostalgia after her gone beloved.
Here is the first confession. Too much from and (I hope) too little lamentable.
The woman,
with dry eyes .... already
Because I pretend to be a strong woman, an independent one and specially a happy woman .... I'm writing to you. I'm writing to you, because if I'll choose another form of communication, from the woman described above, will remain a little girl, with sweaty palms, rainy eyes and a sad smile on the face.
I am trying to be strong. I usually fail. But only I know about this fail. Because, if at "to be strong" chapter I fail, at "to seem strong" chapter I am the best, and people, you know, are seeing just the appearances.
Anyway, for the society, I am fulfilled, independent woman, who obtain whatever she wants and is doing well at work and with men.
But inside lies a little girl lies, with fears, emotions, with a sea of (damn) naivety and with a great nostalgia after her gone beloved.
Here is the first confession. Too much from and (I hope) too little lamentable.
The woman,
with dry eyes .... already
