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Me moriré de ganas de decirte que te voy a echar de menos.
Zahara.
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¿Siempre será así la vida? Tan triste y melancólica.
-Lya
Me rompiste tanto que no tengo palabras de odio ni de amor, ni de decepción ni de agradecimiento. Simplemente me dejaste en un vacío emocional que no se como ni cuando llenare. No se quien soy, no sé qué quiero, no sé si estoy bien o mal, solo estoy existiendo.
“I have grown tired of begging for your attention. Exhausted in keeping conversations alive while you couldn’t have cared less. I have lost sleep and lost enough. I can’t keep walking on a ledge for someone who is just going to push me off.”
— wordsbymp
““Are you sure you won’t take him back this time?” Skepticism was written all over her face and it infuriated me. “Yes, because there’s nothing to chase after. The feelings are still there but there’s no honesty, loyalty or trust anymore so what would I even be chasing? A healthy relationship cannot exist without those three things. So yeah, it’s really over and he’ll regret letting me go one day. ””
— I deserve more than someone I have to chase after - Jess Amelia
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“I waited and waited. For minutes. For hours. For days. But all I had was silence and with the absence of your words, I took it as an answer.”
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There wasn’t yelling. There wasn’t fighting. There wasn’t “fuck you” and “I never loved you” and “I’m not going to miss you.”
There were two tired hearts. Still beating, but no longer in sync. Four eyes that never seemed to meet at the same time. Twenty fingers that no longer entwined. Two pairs of lips that hadn’t met in months.
So we said goodbye. We said we’d keep in touch. We said “good luck,” and we meant it. And it hit me:
I spent so long being mad at you, that I forgot you were human, too. That we were both flawed. That I loved you, I loved you, I loved you.
I still do.
“i’m sorry for not realizing you were doing your best”