Y Lo Peor Es Que Para Mi, Incluso Después, No Lo Fue, Sin Embargo, Es Mi Culpa Por Creer Que Seria Distinto.

Tree roots following the pattern of concrete footpaths

distant.

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I just want you

Even though I try to distract myself, talk to other people, and occupy my mind, I can't help but feel like nothing compares to talking to you. Listening to you, reading your message, having even a little piece of you around… it truly makes me feel better. It's contradictory, I know, but it's also real. Very real. Because in the midst of it all, your presence, even if it's minimal, is still the one that calms me the most.

Ojala poder ser un vampiro y apagar mi humanidad.

One day, all of this will be ruin.

I need to stop feeling

Espero que cuando veas esto no sea demasiado tarde

Esta sensación es horrible… es dolorosa, fuerte, como un golpe que no deja de repetirse desde adentro. Nunca antes había sentido algo así, tan pulsante, tan profundo, tan desgarrador. Y juro que no quiero volver a sentir esto nunca más. No quiero volver a pasar por algo así, no quiero volverme a sentir de esta manera, de una manera que duela tanto.

You have no idea how hard it is for me not to write to you and ask how your day is going. I hold back the desire to know if you're okay… and if not, to be there, with you. I wish I could be that safe place where you can rest, where you can lean on me without fear. Just to take care of you, without asking anything, just to be there. Because it still comes from the depths of my heart.