Fireplace Heat Exchanger

I will be 30 years, the "age of stress," and I do not believe in Prince Charming or roses. I do not believe in princes. I know friends who are princes (like I did, that he was the prince who my friends wanted) but now I look at them with suspicion.
I'm turning 30, I do not believe in "love of my life." I just know I had a long, passionate, eager and brimming great love, it was a bad love. And I never want to fall in love or so. It would be impossible would be 19 years again and be as silly (with love) and so little aware of the dynamics loving as ever. And I'm not going back to be 19 I will not let me go back to that age. So I am not going to love this (or want). It was beautiful but painful, foggy, fucked up and ended by paying for the sins. But now I will turn 30 and I see all this from a distance and do not think that guy for which I have done literally anything (of course, that's what he would have had to ask me to do something for him, something that was not " give me more space, "" I do not control "or" let me do things my own pace ") is the" love of my life. " Of course I have often said that it is. Many times I have. But now I'm going to serve 30 years and have flown my miles I am 100% sure that it is not. What is open heart my love, my love to test limits, my love with momentum and the strength of love, but not the love of my life and I regret having lost it and now I am sorry that is not in my life and I suffer because of "no nostalgic longing is worse than I have ever happened. " Now I just limit myself to want to call him when I learn of him, feeling myself when I say things and it's nice feelings, nice to know that you wanted someone so much, nice that you've ever had 19 years and were willing to get you the heart chest to give to someone and life cried when someone said no. I always wanted to but this guy was my teacher (not to be older than me, but had lived pq). But he never wanted to be, never taught me. I learned from him a lot, a lot is not necessarily good things, but I learned. But hey, I was 19 and wanted sex, drugs, alcohol, alcohol (well, we suppress the drugs never interested me and alcohol in quantities diluvial). I learned from him, yes, but it taught me I do not know if you understand the paradox.

And now that I turned 30, I want things, many things. I want a savings account, a house, a ring, a good man is not closed heart or mind or speech, and a family trip sometime. And I would, however, have not learned from life what I learned (for what that "idiots are happier") and maybe now would be happier and I have become so skeptical and not have to go talk to my evil blue eyes and so many things ... I'm turning 30, and not feel I should go as slowly as before, a hardcore afternoon wears me out, I cry with movies strawberries and cool tricks in bed. But I'm still finding the balance between my newly learned skepticism and be the girl in love (the prince's princess.) Now I only know that there are no princes, I'm not even remotely a princess, but I am happy and proud of the decisions I've been taking (now I do feel that whatever I decide, not things I decide to me). And I feel with the new space I created for myself and shared with not wanting my space or the guy who walks with me or with people who do not want. Now I feel I have a world and I invite who I want to go and I open the doors just do not want society says, not my friends open, not the little women that we should open ... And I feel fine. I feel so happy. Maybe in a month want more, want more. Perhaps the situation changes and I get back to being a little woman strawberry and will be fine if that's what I want then. But for now I'm me and who I decide to go where I want.