We are what we build
9/25/2019
Does it really matter how we feel about ourselves, about our choices, about our lives, about our losts, about of what we overrated, about what we gave away?
I’ve said it before, it doesn’t make a difference, it does not chance the past.
Why did this happen?
Am I truly a bad person that must be removed from his life?
Were we just not meant to be together?
Is this our fate? Or will we ever recover our life?
Our story seems further every time, and am scared of this life.
Those words keep chasing me... we used to be so happy...
Why couldn’t I be content with what we had? it wasn’t little, I knew that.
I just can’t explain it.
I want to know why it is so hard now, why everything gets so messy and every time more complicated. Why things can’t flow, why everything still feels so wrong.
Why I still feels like I am cheating on him.
Days like today, I really wonder how am I going to pull this off. How am I going to be capable of carry out his life for any longer.
Will I be happier alone?
Happiness all over again.
It’s a trap.
From where come all this tears? One year later and they keep coming as if...
Guilt is one hell of a ...
Am sorry but even when is pointless... am sorry.
I forever will be...
Mi lugar era contigo...
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