I was wrong about you...And you were wrong about me.

You shouldn’t feel sorry for me. I fit perfectly with this new life, no one have ever invested this much in me, and as you said, I fought so hard to be where I am and have everything I need  to be successful. With or without you. 

I am the one who should be disappointed and sad for the life you chose. Get drunk and get laid with random girls is way sadder than living alone away from everyone, working like crazy. 

So,  I was wrong about you. You are not living a better life, but in a dark endless hole. 

I wish you could see it. That we both are better together, that we are our best selves that way, that everything feels right and takes its place. Cause we know the reason why we still feel lost is because deep down we know where we belong.

But nothing of that matters. 

The time when you believe that despite our mistakes and decisions, one day we will end up back again, has ended. 

This time you let me go. You’ll never listen my voice again. Am done with you. Either I die or lose my mind I’ll go on with the hope that one day this feelings fade for good.
I love you and breaks my heart to accept this is the end. But it is what it is.
I truly wish you to have an amazing life, chase it, never settle. Get you a life that makes you infinitely happy, a life of which you can be proud of...
Te amo. 

I love you.

“The intensity with the one I loved you was the same that destroyed it”.

But I still love you. 

“My heart can’t be repaired”

But I hope to prove you wrong...

All you wanted from me was to be loved, to be heard, to be touched, to be hold, to be spoiled... and i did not gave my best. 

I’ve spent 36 days thinking of how our lives would be better together. I’ve spent hours thinking how our life could be if you were here. 

Am not sure if this is the life I was supposed to live, but if is not, if I stole it from someone else. Then I changed the destiny of many people, a lot. 

I think the misssing part on this scenario is you. 

I hate to say that am not married. I hate to say that I don’t have anyone, that I don’t have you. 

I refuse to start a life where you are not part of it.

I refuse to discover new places with anyone but you. 

I hate this life where you are gone.

So, the question remains. 

Are we capable of build a new future along?

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