the hardest thing l've learned is that you can't make someone communicate & work things out. you can't beg for someone to see that U are worth fighting for & i stand by that now.
You call her toxic now, but you met her when she was kind, open, and trusting. She became guarded because you kept hurting her, reactive because you kept crossing lines, and tired because she kept choosing you while you chose yourself. That wasn’t toxicity. That was damage.
No sé cómo explicar agosto, pero fue un mes diferente. Pasaron muchas cosas, aprendí algunas lecciones y otras simplemente prefiero dejarlas atrás.
Solo espero que septiembre llegue más tranquilo, con mejores momentos, nuevas oportunidades y razones bonitas para sonreír.