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Early this year, I threw our last bracelet into the ocean.
Days before, someone saw it and told me it was pretty. I didn’t tell them it was our matching bracelet that I still had to date, I didn’t tell them I planned on letting it go nor finally letting you go.
On my third day at the beach, I finally gathered the courage, I walked into the water, stood there alone, took a deep breath and said:
“I free myself from you, as I free you from me”, so I took it off and let it go.
It felt good.
Now I can see how much energy we wasted up until the very last time we met — we were still having our meetings over a year later from the breakup, sex then dinner, sex then dinner. And there I was for the very last time, at your house, in your bed when you suddenly said you “would always make love to me this way”, then I remembered how deeply it hurt when my heart broke, so I knew than that “forever” would never exist.
You know? I used to angrily say, “he took the last of my twenties!”
But with time, I get it.
I get why we met.
I get how it helped me understand the meaning of true love — especially now that I’m with someone who’s truly worthy because I appreciate the things I didn’t before, because now I recognize when someone truly cares.
Anyway… I get it… It had a purpose!
So I went back from the ocean — lighter, to take another sip of my mojito, sank my toes into the sand and so… we were finally free.
Mi oficina en la obra (en sótano 1) está inundada desde ayer por las fuertes lluvias.
Pues hoy por primera vez he regado mi café 🤪 al piso ya inundado 🤪