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How can I explain in words what I feel for you?

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Quiet room.

Everyone else:

Me:

My stomach: F̣̮̙͈̖͉̥͎̂ͩ̎̉͝͞ͅĘ̪̱̪̭̘́ͭ̉̽̈̅͂E̶̱̱̣͖͉͖̮̦̲̾̈́͗̿D̬͓̫̪̝͍͓̻̒̍̔̍͛̐̀ ̩̩͇̣̝̩̜͌ͩ̐̆̉ͪ̉̇M̈ͫͅẺ̾̒͏̧̡͓̦̫̘ͅ

“Tan enamorada de tus ojos sabios De tus cimientos y de tus peldaños De lo poquito que duele a tu lado No estar en paz con mi puto pasado”

love has a thousand different flavors to taste, some more sweet or salty, others bitter and even sour, but mine was not one of those, mine was not even a flavor that my palate could savor.

The first time I tried it I felt a false taste, a false taste that screams adventure and love, but the more I tasted it the loneliness and pain became.

To my bad luck, when my palate had gotten used to feeling its essence, it realized that that flavor had already found another palate to be in and I was sure that that palate was not going to hurt when it tasted it.

pov: ur falling, but not in love, in loneliness

the boys, the girls, they all like Carmen; but does Carmen like herself?

who says that money does not pay for happiness? I can buy antidepressants with that

why u don't love me, if everyone does?

having someone make you feel good without having to masturbate is admirable.

She is not a whore, she is just desperate, she wants to fill the void that that boy left, that he who left her at every opportunity that she gave him, because of course, everyone was more important than her.

Sometimes it happens, when you are so desperate that everything becomes blurry and you do not think clearly, but of course, whatever it takes to stop the pain, right?

I always say that I prefer to be alone when in fact I yearn for a deep and lasting connection, but I am too afraid to show my vulnerable side to someone and then just go out and tell everyone about it, while the hopes I had about that new connection are they would wither from every word he spoke.

And this is just facts.

Siempre digo que prefiero estar sola, cuando en realidad anhelo una conexión profunda y duradera, pero tengo demasiado miedo de mostrarle mi lado vulnerable a alguien y que luego solo salga corriendo a contárselo a todo el mundo, mientras las esperanzas que tenia sobre esa nueva conexión se marchitaran por cada palabra que divulgaba.

Eran tan opuestos el uno con el otro, que muchos los creían locos por seguir juntos a pesar de todo.

Por ese motivo siempre creí que la ignorancia que poseían esas personas hacia callar la forma en la que ese par se complementaba, la forma en la que hacían notar que habían sido creados con el fin de encontrarse en esta y mil vidas más.

Podría alguien como se siente ser amado de verdad?

Sin tener esas inseguridades de mierda, que te hacen sentir una molestia cada que quieres hablar

Esas que muchas veces nos devoran el alma, los sueños y las esperanzas de ser vivir y ser feliz.

Tal vez no me quieres soltar porque sabes que soy la única que estará ahí cuando te caigas y quieras levantarte, pero dime, haces algo para que yo no te suelte a ti?

Según ellos no quieren que te vayas, pero dime, hacen algo para que te quedes?

Te dan razones para quedarte? se esfuerzan en escucharte? o se preocupan por ti?

Siquiera te dicen un “¿Que tal estas?” sinceramente y no por compromiso?

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