Did you say it? Did I? When did we stop walking down the street hand in hand? Was it then? When did I stopped resting my head on your shoulder on the sofa? When did your foot stop searching for mine under the sheets? Was it then? When I stopped guessing what flavor of ice cream you’d order? When I found myself dancing without you and didn't miss you? Was that it? Did you say it? And me? Did I say it?
Elena Beatriz Tomasel, Membro efetivo da SPPA (Sociedade Psicanalítica de Porto Alegre) At first, I thought it was all a misunderstanding, but as the long, dark days passed, I realized it was not just a misunderstanding. It had been, after all, a prolonged evil. An evil that, due to its extent, needed much more than just time. An evil that had arrived to expose the fragility of that relationship, which now, little by little, became increasingly evident. He was not what I had perceived or felt. He was what he was! A person in need. He needed too much of what he could offer and give. He was not for me. Moreover, I was not for him either. Thus, the misunderstanding initially left me in darkness, in silence, and in the air. Unbound. I needed a lot, more than a lot; I needed everything and all the patience, tolerance, and kindness toward myself. In addition, this, these little things—patience, tolerance, and kindness toward myself—was discovered in the aftermath of the misunderstanding. I can say, with all clarity, that misunderstanding made me discover the good and the good understanding of myself. This discovery revealed to me the hidden, hidden, and unknown side of myself. The misunderstanding that reveals the not yet understood.
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