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Hoy vi tu foto, sonreí unos segundos y anduve con un vacío en el pecho el resto del día.

“No, you’re not a bad person…and I’m not a bad person. We’re just people, and people sometimes do stupid things.”

“Solo bastó un segundo para ver su sonrisa y darme cuenta que nunca le había dejado de querer, que aunque la vida nos separara una y mil veces siempre iba a tener el poder, de hacer que cada espacio de mi cuerpo se revolviera, y que todos mis sentimientos entraran en guerra.”

“¿Era mi destruido orgullo el que lloraba o era mi corazón?”

Hoy es uno de esos días

Sin querer me apago;

“Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them… awakening feelings that gather into great armies.”

“Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation mid-sentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.”