Just A Dreaming Fool

distancing myself from

Estoy tan cansada de sentir tantas cosas y no poder sacarlas a flote porque la persona que quiero no me corresponde y las personas que me buscan no me interesan, siento que me moriré sola, sin ser amada de verdad.

“I often think falling in love is like being stabbed, for more than one reason. See, it is forced upon us without much choice. Plunged into the depths of our soul and we call the pain a blessing because at least something has reached us. Has touched us. At least we feel something. I often think falling in love is like being stabbed, for more than one reason. It is fast and violent, too quick for you to realize what is happening until you stagger back and realize what is really going on. You stare at the hilt jutting out of you, mesmerized, terrified. Because it hurts when it happens, but we are more scared of the pain that will come with the extraction of this thing killing us. We call the removal Heartbreak when really our heart was fractured as soon as we were hit, yet we only start to feel it when the blade that was keeping us together, filling the wound is taken back. And we choose the torture that is love every time Because we know we can either live with this ache or bleed out alone.”

“I still bring you up because the memory of you is all I have left. I still talk about you, just to taste your name on my tongue again. I still remember everything about you, and I can’t bring myself to forget.”