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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=453994" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Help Me</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love David, but he lives so far away from me. In <br>fact, he lives in his own world and I know that he<br>doesn't know me. I saw his picture in a book. I know<br>I'm not existent for ‘im, but I love ‘im so much. He's</div><div style="margin:10px 0">existent for me. I want to meet ‘im to make this love <br>become real, but I read all his books and I know that <br>I have no chance. Even so, I still want to do this. I must <br>hide my intentions, firstly. Yes, I know what I have to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll send ‘im a letter writing that I want to meet ‘im for<br>a different reason. I‘ll lie. He will believe me. It ‘ll be an<br>ideal lie. Slowly, I can become his ideal woman. In time, I hope <br>that he'll fall in love with me. Apparently, the feelings of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">love will come from ‘im, and I'll be that person needing <br>time to think about this. My thoughts will ne'er be an open<br>book for ‘im, because my little lie can fail. I can play this game<br>all my life ne'er letting ‘im discover the naked truth. I can hide</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my consciousness. It is easy for me to do this, but I don't know<br>if I can lie about myself all life. Probably, I'll become an old<br>woman lying herself to survive. I don't know how many years<br>I can keep my consciousness in this sad ontological duality </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Between being myself and being someone else in his eyes, at <br>the same time. I know that it ain't good what I'm doing, but <br>I'm desperately in love with ‘im. I remember that Descartes<br>wrote that ''we perceive ideas as objects''. Even I'm so </div><div style="margin:10px 0">desperately in love with ‘im, I cannot accept this love to <br>become the object of my lie. Moreover, I cannot deny myself, <br>even I love my writer so much. My mother told me once that<br>she thinks that love belongs only to human beings. She said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that love is God becoming feelings inside of us. I remember<br>that I replied that love is in itself, because even God loves us.<br>I told her about Cusanus, who wrote that 'the world is not God<br>but is not anything other than God'. ''Much more than love, God</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is truth, she said, because He is ''the fullness of being'.&quot; Yes'', I said, <br>‘'He is uncreated and creates, He gives being out o' nothing after <br>negating His antithetical nothingness''. I was so happy in that <br>moment being with God and waiting for a miracle to happen. Now, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">those beautiful words seemingly lost their meaning for me. I can <br>see myself in the future, a very sad woman.I don't want my <br>consciousness to become a negation. I'm afraid o' this, while being <br>aware that my love is dying in self. If I wouldn't have Eckhart in my mind, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">probably I'd have more courage.I love David and I'm so unhappy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marieta+Maglas">Marieta Maglas</a><div class=q>
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