yo leyendo el "sabes que puedes contar conmigo para todo, sin importar que no hablemos, siempre voy a estar para ti, incluso cuando creas que no tienes a nadie, me tienes a mi" una madrugada a punto de morir
Después de mucho, recaí.
Hoy hablaba con un amigo que también terminó una relación hace poco sobre qué se hace con todo lo que uno aprendió de la otra persona. No pudimos descifrarlo, así que simplemente empezamos a mencionar cosas que les gustaban a nuestras ex parejas:
i accepted the way you treated me because it was you. I tried to understand your situation, your struggles and your reasons. I wanted to be there for you, to be patient, to be someone you could rely on. I held on through all the pain, the uncertainty and the moments when I felt invisible. now I find myself wondering. did you ever stop to think about how I felt? did you ever care about the weight of your actions on my heart? or was I always just someone who understood, who endured, who stayed, while you never had to question whether I would?
i didn’t love you because i was lonely or because i needed someone to pull me out of myself. i had already learned how to exist in my own darkness. i was okay there. i fell for you because something about your light made me curious about what life might feel like outside of it. you didn’t save me from the shadows. you simply made me want to leave them.