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Bygg Ledarskap XL-Bygg. Market Premium. Varuhus Retail Awards Clas Ohlson. Butik Butikskoncept. There was a time when I fell asleep by your side and we woke up the same. There is a purpose in living a life together. It can be hard, but we have each other. Life is barren when you go through it alone, and every heavy step is a struggle. I am terrified to be alone, to be by myself. I try to be a good person, but I am not enough.
Why must everything beautiful die? Live like snow. Det liv vi ville ha var inte det vi fick. All the dreams, all the things we felt. We stand here and observe ourselves.
All the chances, all the bridges we have burned. Life rolls in like a tidal wave, sweeping us away and we get caught in the moment. No time to reflect, stuck in a machine in motion. If all of our dreams were illusions, is there any reason to keep on fighting?
The life we wanted Keep longing, keep dreaming. We go on because we have to. The life we want, it can be ours. It will be ours. We are here. The life we are living belongs to us and only to us. We stand here and observe the world. Med alla brister. Och ett allvar och ett ansvar. And why are we building walls that shut ourselves in, and keep out everybody else?
It is lacking your warmth. If you are going to be able to love me, you have to accept yourself. With all your flaws. You are going through life without fear, or so it appears from a distance. I come closer and you become terrified.
Not of me, but of yourself. And a seriousness and a responsibility. The picture I have painted of you is a picture of love. With light and darkness. If you dare to open up yourself, you will find me there. I will stay, if that is what you want. With a quivering voice, I beg you to stay. With tears in my eyes I see you leave. You walk away from me and from us and from a future. With a quivering voice, you make your departure.
With tears running down your cheeks, you turn around. You go, you flee, back to security. Where you can avoid feeling, avoid responsibility, avoid seriousness, and do without love. If that is what your heart wants. Vad fan skulle jag tro? Jag trodde vi skulle vandra tillsammans livet ut. Du var mitt allt, nu finns bara minnen kvar. Du var mitt allt, men nu ett minne. Without talking, escaping into the night, leaving me alone.
What was I supposed to think? Three years, then it is enough. Probably not intended, but it was a pattern that I saw. I wanted to break it, I wanted you to stay, but not at the cost of giving up everything I am.
I thought we would walk together through life. In you I saw unending love. I really wanted to make this work, but I guess it was only me. You were my everything. Jag sade allt, allt som jag kunde, jag var tvungen. Jag gjorde allt jag kunde, jag gav dig allt jag hade. Som du sa. Until it stops working, stops beating. A fear which grows, which towers over tiny me. Until I stop feeling, I stop wondering what our future would look like. Everything I wanted, I thought was there within you, but you chose to leave and not fight for me.
I said everything, everything I could, I had to. But words lose their purpose, they become meaningless to you. A love that falls asleep becomes too tired for you and I. A voice that falls silent, not saying what is wrong. I did everything I could, I gave you all I had. But sometimes things need to burn to the ground, so it can grow anew.
Like you said. En stund som alltid tar slut och en annan stund tar vid. Som om du och jag aldrig fanns och ett annat liv tar vid. Nu ett minne som suddas ut. Men det kunde varit annorlunda om vi hade sett var allt gick fel. A moment that passes as another moment begins. Everything we did, I can do with someone else; start over and create new moments.
That being said, my love for you knew no boundaries. You were my now, my then, my future, you were my everything. All I wanted was to be loved. And I was, but the love ran out.
And the silence sets in. Everything we had was true. Now just a memory being erased. But it could have been different if we had seen where we went astray. I once knew every inch of your body, now I hardly even remember how you look.
So it goes. We forget and the memories become more like dreams. Blurry images of a lost time. Like fragments of what was our life. Vi fastnar i livet om vi stannar i tanken. Vi famlar i blindo. If I stopped asking questions, I would be satisfied with the answers I have already found. If I stopped changing I would be the same person who you left.Jan 05, · Hur stoppar vi våldet? Annons. Det skapas stereotypiska bilder och spänningar till samhället, vilka blir självuppfyllande. I gängmiljön behövs ofta bara en oförrätt som ”legitimerar” våld. Men vi bör inte, som ofta sker, bara skylla kriminalitet och våld på fattigdom.