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~Lloraba sonrisas que sangraban lágrimas, lloraba con sonrisas de su piel desgarrada

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Your subconscious mind is most open right after you wake up.

What you repeat in that moment becomes your belief.

What you believe… you attract. ✨

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She was a chapter, not the whole story.

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Lo que la lluvia nos enseña, lo que nadie puede escribir, lo que se escucha cuando tiemblas, lo que te acercará hasta mí.

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Aquella carta de despedida que nunca envié.

Lo de ayer fue una de las cosas más dolorosas que he vivido.

Me sentí muy mal y, sinceramente, pensé que al menos tendrías la valentía de decirme qué estaba pasando, mirándome a la cara.

Cuando me dejaste ahí afuera, entendí muchas cosas.

Nunca fui especial para ti, y tampoco te importé tanto como yo creía.

Y lo que más me duele es darme cuenta de todo lo que hice por alguien que ni siquiera lo valoraba.

Cuando te conocí, pensé que eras un hombre maduro, que sabías lo que querías, que sabrías cómo tratar a una mujer.

Recuerda algo, Karl:

Tu mamá y tu hermana son mujeres.

A una mujer se le trata como te gustaría que las trataran a ellas.

Yo sé que no soy perfecta, pero tampoco fui una mala mujer.

Aun viendo cosas malas en ti, siempre intenté ver lo mejor.

Hoy ya no te veo con amor.

Te veo como alguien inmaduro, desconsiderado… y no, no creo que seas una buena persona.

No eres alguien que quiera en mi vida.

Y aunque duele decirlo, ojalá nada de esto hubiera pasado.

Nunca me había sentido tan pequeña, tan reemplazable, tan poco importante para alguien.

Pero sé algo: mi valor no depende de cómo tú me trataste.

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Borra esa versión que tenías sobre mí, ya no existe.

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Que digan lo que quieran, hoy no soy la misma de antes.

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No dejes que nadie opaque tu brillo, diciendo que estás loca.

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Todo lo que fue…

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#bedroom

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That letter that I never sent.

What happened yesterday became a wound I never saw coming.

I waited for honesty, for courage spoken face to face,

but you left me outside—

and in that moment, I understood everything.

I understood that I was never special,

that I never held the place I believed I did.

And the most painful part wasn’t your silence,

but realizing how much I gave

to someone who never knew how to hold it.

When I met you, I thought you were a grown man.

I believed your story—your mother, your sister—

had taught you how to care.

I thought you knew what you wanted.

Now I see I was only loving the version of you

I hoped was real.

Remember this, Karl:

the women you love are women like me.

And love is shown in how you treat them—

in presence,

in respect,

in never making someone feel small for trusting you.

I was not a bad woman.

I wasn’t perfect, but I was genuine.

Even when you hurt me,

I chose to see the best in you.

Today, I no longer look at you with love.

I see you clearly now—

immature, careless,

unable to protect what you’re given.

You are not someone I want to keep in my life.

I wish none of this had ever happened,

because I have never felt so replaceable,

so insignificant,

so invisible as I did with you.

I don’t hate you.

I carry no resentment.

That’s not who I am.

You were simply a hard lesson

that led me back to myself.

The next love will be different—

it will be calm, it will feel like home,

and there, I will be happy

As for you, I only wish you peace,

and that life treats you

with the same fairness

you once showed me.

Goodbye.

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I dreamed of you again....

I hope dreams came true

I want to feel that kiss

See those sweet eyes

I want you to touch me again

But you're far away

And I don't know if you miss me

Do you think about me?

Do you remember me?

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Fall in love again and again.

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— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke

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“I am a different person to different people. Annoying to one. Talented to another. Quiet to a few. Unknown to a lot. But who am I, to me?”

— Unknown

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🤔 interesting question …