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 My Hopes

Last night I saw a reality show on TV in which a girl named Martha was broken by her boyfriend by making a new girlfriend. The pair were from Lisbon. My heart was broken last week, but it was different from Martha's because it wasn't broken in front of millions of TV viewers. My hopeful love was suddenly gone. 

The man I was living with had named his nights after him, he had changed his mind. It was a shock to me and I felt that life would not be what it used to be. I thought of a way to deal with this grief. I left Porto, where I had spent 17 years of my 32-year life, and moved to a rural area. 

The reason was that I thought that if I ever came across it, on the bus, on the train, in a shopping mall, I would not be able to bear it. For the next 3 months I tried hard to have fun, swimming in the sea, walking for miles, crying for hours, working on a modeling project. But the fog of sadness did not dissipate. I realized that for an urban woman like me, rural life would be even more lonely. My office mates were close to me but I needed friends. 

He was contacted on the phone for some time, then he also stopped calling. Promises to come to my village have never been fulfilled. When does life stop for someone? I began to feel more lonely than before. I wondered if there could be a positive way to break my heart. At that time I did not get the answer to this question but 6 months later I have been trying to find the answer myself.