Ainda a Casa Alentejana…
Fotografia: Inês Alves
Lisboncover
Por uma miúda (mulher) apaixonada por cidades. Jornalista de formação, comunicadora na prática.
“The most important beauty is not that with which you were born, but the beauty of character which grows through a woman’s life and maybe never stops growing”
![🎬 [a black&white kind to go back in time] ➖ First time I feel in love I was 20 - didn't know what love is until that time (there were other - not too much - boys in my life but looking back now, it was a "kiddy" thing). We met at New Year's Eve. Start talking a lot - he made me laugh - but he wasn't really my type... I would never and most probably not look at him if we pass each other on the street or even at the supermarket (true to be told). During that talk he stole the ring I was wearing just to make fun of it (okay, it was awful...). We end up the night sitting next to each other, different chairs, speaking and laughing and laughing and speaking. In the end, he kept my ring - which I totally forgot. The day after, he told a friend the ring story and wanted to give me back but not by himself - he thought he would never ever get a chance with me. I was - these words are his not mine! - "the prettiest at school". How would I ever look at him? He did get that chance, however, and it's been up to 10 years. The most beautiful and weird thing about love is that you never know when and how or where it will inch you and start - it just does. (sometimes at the most unexpected times). The worst about relationships is that they go through hell, challenges, metamorphosis and somehow they do change you too. Never settle for the less, or the fear, or the non magical. In times of hate, we should always give love a chance. And a fight. ➖](https://static1.squarespace.com/static/5270a09ee4b0b910b68f941b/5900c85c34726309a39f4e2c/5995f3a0a30f2733547347de/1502999472355/)
Lisboncover. by Inês Santos Alves
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