“I Didn’t Need You To Fix Me. I Needed You To Love Me While I Fix Myself.”

I need to stop feeling

"No puedo contarte mas porque estoy atada". Sabía lo que quería decir pero no podía; Sabía que quería; ambos lo sabíamos; Sabía que quería decir con decir que no podía expresar mas. Porque incluso con tu silencio, escucho tu alma, así como tu escuchas la mía. Te amo.

breaking up hurts, but even harder is seeing how we treat each other like strangers… or just friends. When deep down, we both know that what we feel is much more than that. It's like denying everything we were, everything that still vibrates, even though we try to silence it.

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.

Tree roots following the pattern of concrete footpaths

Es como si fuéramos desconocidos.

You have no idea how much I want to write to you… to tell you what happened to me five minutes ago, what I'm thinking, what I'm doing. I don't feel like I have to, but I want to, but I know it wouldn't be the right thing to do right now. Was it the right thing to do when we met? Yes, it was. For us. For you. Because you chose yourself then, and you continue to choose yourself now, and that's the right thing to do.

But I can't help what I feel. I can't help wanting to tell you that, even from a distance, you live in my mind, in my heart, in my life. And I can't hold it back anymore: I love you, perfect girl.

A la mierda la gente nueva y esas citas absurdas, yo a quien quiero tiene nombre y apellido.