Chiens

Sometimes pain does not require violins and candles - smudged mascara and a slightly raised voice are enough. This is not suffering, but sobering up: when love has fallen apart, and with it, the illusions of ‘forever.’ At first, you want to smash dishes and write long messages in the heat of the moment, but then a strange relief suddenly comes. It turns out that letting go is not a weakness, but a form of self-respect. And yes, let the remnants of the past go to the dogs - a new life lies ahead, where mascara doesn't run and lips are painted not for someone else, but simply because it's beautiful.