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I loved You then, I love You still…
How I wish You’ve seen my heart falling on it’s knees before Your feet, after all these years. Back then I couldn’t pick the reason why my heart felt so full and happy, I couldn’t quite understand it. I fought not to let it go and then… all I wanted to do was forget all… Continue reading
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To make it out alive
It’s been a year and I remembered a few weeks back something I said. “Le huyo a todo lo que tenga que ver con el episodio académico…” I was so afraid… so full of the pain of rejection, loneliness and anger; you could lose everything with those around, I’ll tell you. So full of scars…… Continue reading
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Is it vanity?
What do I wear tomorrow? I try to fix my hair every day. I don’t really like the state of my skin, and ‘what would happen if I had asked to change my nose’ is a question I entertain almost daily. None of these things would inspire him to bring me flowers. Showering every day… Continue reading
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Unexpected
One thing I’m taking out of the first half of the year: I don’t love you anymore. For all the pages I wrote in longing, eight years turned to nothing. I believe I cared deeply. I did, so much so that I wouldn’t want to care that way for anyone ever again. Never. I also… Continue reading
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Everything all at once
You’ll have to teach me how to live with my eyes finding zeroes all around… how to co-exist with this devastating failure. With everything, but nothing all at once… zeroes all around. More than three days have gone by since my heart uttered these words. Gazing into MY love, do you care for those? I… Continue reading
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Tenderness
I’ve never been soft. Quite the opposite, it has been a rough, sharp, anything but sweet land the one God has had to work under my name. So much so, that I can’t even stand the sound of it, my first name. It still awakens a heap of broken memories; the boiling waters that hardened… Continue reading
