Black Witch 🖤

Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive.

I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.

“No quiero que me reconstruyas, ni me complementes, ni siquiera que arregles mis fisuras. No quiero cambiarte, atarte ni mucho menos lastimarte. Quiero construir un nuevo puente, uno diferente, algo que nos haga encontrarnos en cada risa, en cada suspiro, abrir un camino lleno de besos, que no nos separen, que no nos torturen. No quiero que me reconstruyas, ni que me complementes mucho menos que me arregles, quiero que me ames, rota, zurcida, despeinada, y soñadora.”

Si lo das todo al final ¿Con qué te quedarás tú?