“My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and problems with children.
She has lost 30 pounds and weighed about 90 pounds in her 35 years. She got very skinny, and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs.
She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the morning and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of break up.
Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, she was poking her head, and stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role.
I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon…But then I decided to act on it.
After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on the earth.
She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her shoulders.
I began to pamper her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised her and pleased her every minute. I gave her lots of gifts and lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends.
You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became even better than before. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and she loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she CAN love that much. And then I realized one thing: The woman is the reflection of her man. If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it.“
- Brad Pitt
I loved your good intentions
I loved your efforts in your kind actions
- your consistency in sweet gestures
- your knowledge of chivalry
I loved your worries, your fears, your failures
I loved your motivation, determination, and
lack of hesitation
I loved your good parts
But I could not love the bad parts
I could not because I did not love you
And that was not the right way to go on
And those should never be reasons to hold on
This is an apology for how long it took
for me to admit
that when you claim to truly love somebody,
you should be able to love all of them.
One day you’re going to see her holding hands with someone who took your chance. She won’t even notice you because she’s too busy laughing with the stupid jokes he makes. And it will burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing that you’re not the reason anymore. And then it will finally hit you: it was her, it was always her.
You deserve someone who knows how to make things up to you after hurting you. Not someone who is very good with just the word “sorry.”
“You are my honey,” he said
Get to the last petal,
Try not to
and swear on
and when you
you’ve used your stinger
your holy being,
you’re going to
Get to that last petal,