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of reflection with premenstrual syndrome

Rutineros, punish you today again with another of my reflections. Yesterday I went to clean the floor, this apartment where I live now when I should be living now with Mr A. I'm premenstrual day is when I realize I'm alone and perhaps my being in love is natural. At the root of my depression hormonal reflected on the love of couples:

What are we looking? Is love or being in love?

Love view it as that big body that we each have a particular interpretation. If I say that kind of love I seek, I would say that this great love that makes you tremble with nervousness, transparent, giving you the 7 things and you heart sink. For me, true love is what makes me emotional.
But love does not mean to be matched to the shape we have created so one-sided relationship that we can live in privacy. Love and his quest, at least for me, is a great thing because it shows us that we are alive Yque senitr sometimes something makes us individual move and alone. With regard to being in love is the easiest aspect of love, we fall in love a million times but not feel what love really is. Falling in love (unrequited) makes us that person always on our mind, that loneliness is mitigated only by a handshake on the street. Being in love does not make us never alone. Falling in love is great, but easy and induced. Love is irrational, and uncontrollable. It's more real.

All this straw is due to my mental premenstrual syndrome, which makes me feel terribly alone (although not true) and the floor becomes something as "what could be and never was." If I go back to the first paragraph, I comment that my ideal is to be in love, but I'm confused with that severación because my ideal is not to be, but believe forever and no matter what happens, in love.

sure some will think, and rightly so:

- Damn, what a desperate bitch Get out corriendooo


No, hell is a talk. But my premenstuales syndromes are that cute.