Como tonta sigo tachando los días que no he estado contigo… que martirio.
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Como tonta sigo tachando los días que no he estado contigo… que martirio.
Watching Elite bc bad TV, etc and when the gay couple said “te quiero/ y yo a tí” I literally went omg de la misma que destiel supernatural
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Promise.
I still feel you.
I dont know what im doing here without you. Lets cut the melodrama and just try to express all this because its IS KILLING ME ON THE INSIDE.
Melodrama: uncut, my fave.
I hate that ive turned you into the perfect mate. I groomed your coarse believes. I trimmed your insecurities and got lost in the idea of you- in the delusion of us.
Its my fault i know it. But you were better than me at this. You knew when to draw lines, when to pull out-what to withold. I have you still buried deep and i know you know. You have to know. I warned you that i didnt want to open up because of this. You knew. I hate you. I have to. I cant just dissolve all those nights. i was wound up so tight and every day you pulled, i released slowly the grip i have of the image of me. I hate you because we became so alike....but you were the better version. You leeched off my shine, you absorbed my uniqueness and harnessed it skillfully. and now she thinks you are authentic.
I have control issues and you have a pretty face.
You promised you wouldn't leave, that you wouldn't do it since you now knew about it now. You knew and you left, You left them. you left me and she will leave you.
Promise.
Te devuelvo la sonrisa de aquella noche. Aquella maldita noche color azul (tú te empeñaste en que así era, y maldita sea, porque no voy a volver mis ojos al cielo por la noche y pensar que es negra de nuevo), donde pediste perdón y me hiciste olvidar y perdonar, y no soñar con otra cosa que no fueras tú. Te devuelvo todos los días de la mano y las noches al teléfono. Las sonrisas compartidas y secretas. Te lo doy todo de regreso. Sólo quiero olvidar. Tómalo. No llames más.