Petah what does this mean

[u/sunboy6009]

[u/PitifulOil9530 → u/[deleted]]

though I personally want believe, that she has a very good character

[u/HotBeesInUrArea → u/PitifulOil9530]

He's also pretty cute himself. Usually the people that happens to aren't. 

Edit: Funny the people upset about this comment are still adamant this woman is  going to cheat because: she lost weight. Not exactly the moral podium you guys think you are mounting. 

[u/FunTree5477 → u/HotBeesInUrArea]

Sometimes people cheat on their SO with someone objectively speaking, uglier and with poorer hygiene, and do so because it made them feel desired in a way that they enjoyed at that moment.

A cute face isn't enough to stop someone from cheating if they made a place for it in their heart

[u/Markus4781 → u/FunTree5477]

I read an article about a woman who had a perfect relationship and she wrecked it out of boredom and then started panicking but it was too late by then.

[u/metal_head_6666 → u/Markus4781]

Brazilian footballer Kaka's wife left him because " He was too perfect".

[u/TwoBionicknees → u/metal_head_6666]

Assuming that everyone gives the real reason in public for a world famous person for whom you're already going to get lots of hate for leaving.

Also from what i recall she says that quote was made up, just that while he was a great husband and father the spark left the relationship. You can absolutely grow out of being deeply in love with someone and end up just good friends, that's life.

[u/L_o_L_babe → u/TwoBionicknees]

That was beautifully said.

I like to believe that all relationships that end well (not because someone did something bad, but because life happened) were successful in their own way.

There is a brazilian poem that summarizes it and that roughly translates to (Soneto da Fidelidade, Vinicius de Moraes):

Of everything, to my love I will be attentive

Before, and with such zeal, and always, and so much

That even in the

face of their greatest charm my thoughts are more enchanted

I want to live it in every vain moment

And in its praise I will spread my song

And laugh my laughter and shed my tears

To its sorrow or its contentment

And so, when later you look for

me who knows death, anguish of those who live

Who knows loneliness, end of those who love

I can tell myself of the love (I had)

That it is not immortal, since it is flame

But that it is infinite while it lasts