
Sometimes everything is perfect - on the outside. A good person, reliable, attentive. But the heart - does not turn on. And then the "wrong one" comes - and inside it seems to flare up: sometimes passion, sometimes anxiety, sometimes impossibility. And we are again in the same old story: we love - the wrong ones. We suffer - from them. We miss - those who do not return.
This is not about weakness. This is about how our psyche is structured. About how deeply our past experience sits in us - and how subtly it controls our choice.
We sense the person who will hurt us instantly. Not because he is bad, but because he is familiar. His voice, his manner of silence, the way he turns around - the unconscious reacts: "We have already been through this."
It is this recognition that we call “chemistry.” But in reality, it is an echo of an old story.
She says: - "Finish playing with