no me quería ir, no te quería decir adiós, en el fondo esperaba que lucharas por mí, que me hicieras sentir que todas las palabras que un día me dijiste eran verdad, que esas promesas se iban a cumplir, quería sentir que me querías a tu lado, contigo, tanto como el primer día
ressentimento é estranho, porque sim, eu quero te perdoar, de todo o coração, mas minha mente está lutando para compreender por que você fez isso comigo.
Been spending a lot of time with myself lately. Getting to know myself again. Learning what I like, what I want, what I need, what I’m willing to accept, and what I’ve outgrown. I’m not rushing to be understood, chosen, or validated by anyone. I’m learning to trust my own voice, enjoy my own company, and become more intentional about the person I’m becoming.
but before it all went wrong, i think that was the happiest i've ever been in my life.
i still write out texts to you whenever something happens, only to delete them because i remember i’m not your person anymore. it's so heavy carrying all this love with nowhere for it to go.
i don't want revenge. i just hope one day you realize how genuine i was.
I knew you were struggling too and I tried so many times to understand that. I was patient because I knew you were fighting battles I couldn’t see. I never expected you to have everything figured out and I never wanted to make your pain about me. But sometimes, I wished you would realise that your actions were hurting me too. It’s not easy being treated coldly by someone you care about. It’s not easy being pushed away, wondering what you did wrong and crying over someone when all you ever wanted was to show them that you were there, that you cared, that you weren’t going anywhere. Maybe that’s why it hurts so much. Because when I was the one struggling, I never made you feel like you were too much. I never wanted you to question whether you were loved just because I was hurting. I understood your pain. I just wish you had noticed mine too. Because I was trying so hard to hold space for everything you were going through while quietly breaking over the way you were treating me.
if love ever finds me again, may it come from someone who chooses me everydayy. not just in words, but in actions. someone who doesn't make me beg for time, for effort, for the bare minimum🫂.
If we never talk again, or if this silence between us really is the end of everything, I hope you never forget that I cared about you deeply.
No matter how things turned out, you were someone who truly mattered to me, and a part of me will always care about you.