Tuesday 12 April 2022

Do real Lov exist ?!

Sometimes, 
Real love do exists or not ?
Someone asked me yesterday ,
What do can you answer ?
Between two people-
One normal and the other 
With a disability ?!
Hmm, here it goes ...


Well, 
Dear reader ...
I don't believe in such stories of love 
Even so that ,
I know in life everyone has his own path to take it 
Or to choose it if they want ,,,
And such love stories make me laugh ...
It must be somewhere, such love but
If  that love those not come from God himself well ,
In these days I don't think There is such a Lov ...
Men or boys, 
You know better what they look for and trust me, 
There is no man that wants to take care of a girl in a wheelchair 
That can not do much things ,
That always depends all day of someone !
I know the heart of a mother that loves her children 
The way they are and the heart of a wife 
I have seen it, the way she looks at her husband ,
That is in a wheelchair ..
How she looks at him with such great Love for him but ...
With girls in wheelchairs it is so much harder because 
Of the heart of a Man, 
It is much complex than the heart of a woman ( to Lov ) 
So , hope that you understood what I mean Haha !
Anyway, thanks a lot for your question of today 
You really made me laugh !



Don't forget ...
( A girl in a wheelchair she has no right 
To choose someone to love 
But she must wait to be chosen by someone
If there is someone for her 
To desire her or to care for her heart! ).

By the way; 

Jesus did come on this world to serve people do those in need, no?
But a man who doesn't know His love..
How come he can love a girl in a wheelchair ?
Men... 
They can not serve to a woman that looks ugly 
Because they need to serve what it is beautiful first
And only then maybe or not  they will know a little love.
In these days men do not know the word ( serve ) .

You know something;
For me to marry someday,
That man must to kneel because,,
I never can give him a Hug....

There is nothing special or cute about a girl like me, haha! :))
And even so now time has passed for me•   

                                                                


  - A. A. Popovici,