This post is not directed to happy couples. (Though in reality, this premise does not exclude anyone. Not because it is possible to be happy as a couple, but often you can be really happy only in two, but for the simple reason that they should read this post in exactly ten minutes (fifteen go ...) as this is really possible. and tend to exclude that in those magical moments they entertain you to read my blog).
The post is instead aimed at those who were left (or left to avoid being left, or who have autoconvinti of leaving, or who tell of having allowed themselves to joint decision). To all those who have encountered on their way a "Swedish" (or a Swede), a "bottle" and especially to those who do not even have someone to blame.
are exempted from the comments, even in light of the premise, couples who say they are happily married or living together for ten plus years.
First, because they will not be believed, and secondly because there is nothing more boring than the happy couples, the third because they are already equipped with pins and stuffed animals in your own image and likeness.
are also exempted from the optimistic comments indefinitely ("you're certain that someday, when you least expect it ..."), the psychoanalysts so much per kilo ("you talk like that because you had a disappointment") and fatalism ("I deserve" ... "you see I had to go so").
The ecstasy of love is an abyss of light. Bright as happiness, sorrow and dark as abysmal as the unfathomable. Too much to bring him back to the banal stereotypes. Too little to avoid being mocked by a hyperbola steeped in irony and disillusionment.
(Jaenada)
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