Your life is a lie. I never did that for you. And I am very happy I never did it. I just did it for me. You never deserved the favor and even less the love and the effort. You take everything for granted and we owe you nothing. I don't owe you what you refuse to give to yourself. Life owes you nothing. You're full of shit.
So, no, I didn't do the thing. Erase the smile from your face. You're not the love of his life. He never needed you. He never looked for you. You would have creeped him out.
And while we get to do everything you can only imagine, everything you just wish you could do, I'm living it. It's happening, it's real and I'm tasting it. And you're hating it. You're hating me because you know it's way more comfortable to stay there complaining and blaming the world. All the things you get, you get them by climbing on other people's shoulders and then claiming you deserved it all. Well, you don't. That should make you feel embarrased, That's disgusting. Assholery. And still you cry life.
I never did your thing. Your dreams, feelings and sick thoughts ended up in the trash, where they belong. Now sleep to the thought he doesn't know a thing.
I knew I shouldn't do the thing for you and I didn't do it. When the moment comes and you can't get out, right there you will remember.
For the rest, I'm too old for this shit. And now I'm free.
Álvaro is gone. 48h no sleep. I hate funerals.