Te sigo guardando un cariño enorme, pero también te guardo un resentimiento silencioso por haberme dejado con todo este desastre emocional mientras tú seguías con tu vida como si nada.
perdon por molestar pero alguien sería tan amable de decirme quién me va a entregar sus emociones? quién me va a pedir que nunca lo abandone? quién me tapará esta noche si hace frío? quién me va a curar el corazón partido?
You're picking the person who will be with you on the worst day of your life. The day you have to bury a parent, the day the doctor calls you to give you bad news, the day you lose the job, the day your dog that you've had for 14 years doesn't come home. That's who you're choosing. And still most people date like they're casting a movie. Do they give me butterflies? Are they exciting? Is their chemistry cool?Butterflies aren't gonna matter when life punches you in the face and when that day comes, you will not care how charming they were on the first date. You'll care whether they stayed, you'll care whether they showed up, you'll care if they made the effort and they made the unbearable feel bearable. The older I get, the less I'm asking myself if I want to spend a saturday night with this person, and the more I find myself asking, do I want this person to stand next to me when my life falls apart