Será que pintarnos una idea de cómo pudo haber sido nuestra vida, en realidad nos hace sentir mejor acerca de quienes somos? Cuando al final la vida es como es y quiza aquellos que dicen que no pudo ser de otra manera, tienen las pruebas a su favor...
¿Cúal es la verad?
The first time I heard that my mind stopped for a second and then run at full speed. For the first time in a year, I allowed myself to believe that we were meant to be apart at this point, that we were meant to change our lives and that maybe, there is a tiny possibility that this is where I belong.

I spent the first 5 months of the year asking myself every day how I ended up how I did.
Then, right when month sixth started I stopped, somehow I just embraced my life and the people who were in it. June came and went and we did not cross, we did not even wrote each other behind everyone's back as we used to do. It just took two months apart to change my whole life once again.

We are going to kill each other, and then what? Then what is going to happen?. it seems like I keep digging deeper and deeper, finding a way in which there is actually not a way to get back.

If you ask me why I said yes... the truth is that I don't really know.
I don't know if was this lousy life I currently have, the loneliness, the despair of finding my way out or I simply have a thing for drama.

I believe it started when I was 14 and had to choose between changing middle school or staying, but I decided it was more exciting a change. Since then drama has been my companion. I take good care of it.

Just for a second, I will allow my mind to go to that place, the place where I consider the possibility of everything being a terrible nightmare or not. The possibility of everything being incredibly amazing, and still not being enough.  wish I could see another possible outcome, but I don't.

Am afraid I might have ruined his life and this time worse than ever.

He asked me, but once again I had to give the right answer. I just can't help it.