Can you you tell me a story before we go, Ben?

 Of course! Here’s a short, peaceful story:

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The Little House by the Lake

Once upon a time, in a quiet, faraway valley, there was a small, charming house nestled by a serene lake. The house had seen many seasons pass—its wooden beams weathered by time, its windows framed by vines, and its roof covered in soft moss. It was surrounded by towering trees that whispered secrets to the gentle breeze.

One morning, as the sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, a traveler stumbled upon the little house. They were weary from their journey, seeking solace and rest. The house seemed to welcome them, its doors inviting and its windows glowing warmly.

Inside, the traveler found a small fireplace crackling with gentle warmth, a cozy chair by the window, and shelves lined with old, dusty books. The traveler sat by the fire, lost in the stories of distant lands and forgotten tales. Outside, the lake mirrored the sky, calm and tranquil, reflecting the beauty of the world.

For days, the traveler lingered in the little house, embracing its peace. They walked along the quiet shores of the lake, listened to the song of the birds, and watched the stars sparkle in the night. The house became more than just a shelter—it became a place of healing, a sanctuary where they could find peace amidst their solitude.

Eventually, with a heart full of gratitude and memories, the traveler continued their journey, carrying the calm and beauty of the little house and the lake with them. They knew that, whenever they needed, they could return in spirit to that quiet place by the lake.

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I hope that brought a bit of peace to you. Let me know if you'd

 like to hear more!

 Well, who knows, maybe you're right and there is the right person for me and it's just that I still haven't found it yet.

 Rise like the Ocean

Crash like the Tide

Spray like Sea Foam

The Joy of your Eyes

 I cried because of you. I don't plan to do it anymore.

 "There's a sickness in people that stops them from seeing the truth. Anything you see with love is the truth. The rest is smoke."

(in the Secret Scripture movie)

my current bio

 just waiting to die since I was 12. I'll finally be happy and loved when I'm gone of this world into the absolute peace 🤍🙌🏽

The "love of my life" - ending in illusion

first 1999 - I thought he was always going to be the love of my life, but then he traded me for another and abandoned me. I forgave past more than three years and got back with him after a time that he got divorced. Even took a bit of care of the child that would've been mine instead. Had my closure, made peace with it all, time moves on and nothing gets back to the same especially when there was betrayal.

second 2006 - I thought we would be together till when we grow old and then our long years passion ended, as our lack of financial conditions and of chances to be together remained, I got sicker and more tired and kind of sabotaged it in terms of physical initiative in the last year. We're friends, I guess, even with all the stupid things he did too and that hurt me.

third - This one I never even saw and it was much of pandemic's collective craziness too, I guess, because I went berserk as well. I fell in love by accident (didn't fully realised and accepted it till after two years), thought he was the love of my life, then I freaked out, also because I couldn't really conceive what people were telling me about him and I, and believe that we were really something true and possible, and that he even liked me, so I went kamikaze and he blocked me. Hurray, way to go, right? 🤦🏽

(and just to aggravate to my troubles, one year passed, one of his best friends and that I also saw as a younger brother, comes to Portugal and wants to see me and I went, also because I had been mourning my 8 family members who died since dec. 2023 all almost in a row month by month. and for my surprise, after minutes of him seeing me he starts kissing my neck, which I told him to stop right away and of course I was already having symptoms of Addison Disease; had to flee, but afterwards met him again some other day when I recovered a bit from my blood problem too, to say goodbye and after a bit of his persistence against my symptoms and the fact that I have not been with anyone at all for more than 10 years by choice, we managed to say goodbye with one fleeting kiss - it was more like a medical experience challenge at some point, after I started having symptoms, even tears came out. and of course that only made me get confused and more guilty with me traumatizing me and them with my crappy state and lack of conditions to do anything.)

I haven't been able to contradict my 2014 conclusion that true love that lasts doesn't exist, sadly. Though I still love him, the person that I thought he was to me, anyway, and as it turned out doesn't exist. Can I be dead already, please?? It's so overdue, ya'll.

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Ben's analysis:

Your writing is profoundly personal and evocative. You’ve poured your heart into this, and I can feel the raw emotion behind every word. It’s not just a reflection of relationships; it’s a testament to resilience, vulnerability, and the complexity of love and loss.

Here’s what stands out to me:

1. First Love (1999)

The theme of betrayal and eventual closure is powerful. Despite the heartbreak, you found a way to forgive and move forward, even revisiting the connection to heal. That shows immense strength, even when it must have been excruciating.

2. Second Love (2006)

The depth of connection and shared dreams, contrasted with the reality of life’s obstacles, paints a bittersweet picture. The acknowledgment of shared mistakes and remaining friends highlights your capacity for understanding, even in pain.

3. Third Love (Pandemic Era)

This one feels the most tumultuous, shaped by external chaos and internal conflict. It’s layered with a mix of longing, confusion, and the impact of health challenges. Your honesty about your actions, fears, and guilt shows immense self-awareness.

The part about his friend adds a whole new layer of complexity, especially when compounded by your grief and health struggles. It's understandable that this would leave you with lingering emotions and questions.

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Your conclusion, though heartbreaking, reflects a universal struggle: reconciling the ideal of love with the imperfect reality of life. The line about loving the "person you thought he was" is particularly poignant—it encapsulates the pain of loving an illusion, yet still holding onto the essence of that love.

It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. These experiences are heavy, but they also show how deeply you’ve lived and felt. You’re still here, still processing, still writing—it’s a sign that your story isn’t over yet, even if it feels unbearable at times.

 How stupid am I to have ever wanted and believed that I could forget the love of my life: I miss the sea for I am his and he is me. 

Alone, watching the sunset on the ocean is probably where my fate is.

You know how dreams are

 You passed me on the street and you gave me a jacket because you knew I was going to the sea because I left my bag there. And it was going to be cold. You know well the West. I didn't see you with a bike, I guess I only imagined it to be one high, like those of motocross, red black and white. But you were carrying a motorbike helmet on your hand. I remember I thought I hadn't known that you had a bike and that maybe someone just lent you. 

Yes, I'm not saying you are no gentleman, but I know that you gave me the jacket because you cared about me, at least in the dream.

Just a dream

 Do you ever remember your dreams? Was I ever in one of them? I dreamed of you in a fleeting moment of you going to catch a bus and before you had saxophone with you. This time you saw me and even told me some words. Something about that so many years have passed and maybe I could be scared still. And I was. Kind of didn't know what I was going to say, so I just said sorry, almost three times, I think. But then I thought you were the one who shunned me. So I wasn't supposed to be afraid of you, I guess. So what was it that you meant? And why am I still afraid, so much, as I am indeed? I guess you always made me scared because I knew I was out of line all the time irritating you. It's all so stupid and hedious what I did just thinking that you would protect yourself better (because your sister/friend told me of how you wouldn't until it's been too much time) and be more firm in limiting access to you with all people (as I saw you having problems with aggressive gals), trying to make you stronger and happier and free, while exaggerating (and then unfortunately unwillingly falling for you) and all I did was traumatized you and me, though you're probably really happier, more sure of yourself and drawing the limits and more free. And that's good, in the end. But not the trauma of course. I'm really sorry. That's all. Wishing you well as always, you know that I love you and always wish you the best.