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Me moriré de ganas de decirte que te voy a echar de menos.

¿Siempre será así la vida? Tan triste y melancólica.

“I have grown tired of begging for your attention. Exhausted in keeping conversations alive while you couldn’t have cared less. I have lost sleep and lost enough. I can’t keep walking on a ledge for someone who is just going to push me off.”

““Are you sure you won’t take him back this time?” Skepticism was written all over her face and it infuriated me. “Yes, because there’s nothing to chase after. The feelings are still there but there’s no honesty, loyalty or trust anymore so what would I even be chasing? A healthy relationship cannot exist without those three things. So yeah, it’s really over and he’ll regret letting me go one day. ””

“I waited and waited. For minutes. For hours. For days. But all I had was silence and with the absence of your words, I took it as an answer.”

There wasn’t yelling. There wasn’t fighting. There wasn’t “fuck you” and “I never loved you” and “I’m not going to miss you.”