Táto časť bude trochu smutná. Je venovaná každému, kto ľúbil, ale nebolo mu to opätované, tak ako by chcel alebo sa vzťah rozpadol alebo proste sa niečo stalo. Smúťme spolu.

Výroky sú hlavne z tumblr, takže sú anglicky a nebudem to prekladať, pretože original je to najlepšie, preto verím, že anglicky viete alebo si to domyslíte. Všetky okrem dvoch nie sú moje, aj keď sa takmer so všetkými stotožňujem.

athazagoraphobia: the fear of being forgotten and/or ignored by someone you strongly care about. 

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"and it always makes me sad that I don't cross your mind, when you're the reason I lost mine."

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  "Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up." 

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"because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you"

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"i want to be the one you choose when everyone else wants you"

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  "Well, I think there is a difference between loving the idea of someone and actually loving who they are."

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"and then she said: I'm glad, that we are not together anymore."  

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"I don't know how it is possible that the same person can give you the feeling, that you are everything...and at the same time that you are nothing."

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 " If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets."

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  "It hurts when you realize you aren't as important to someone as you thought you were." 

Verím, že aj keď táto časť bola trochu melancholická, výroky sa vám páčili. Ďalšia kapitola bude určite veselšia.

Saith :)