"...de mis sueños"

There was not a day where heartbreak was not the theme for Emilio, for heartbreak seemed to follow him like shadows in the night. But still he rose, every morning, with an outlook that would’ve manifested happiness for most others. Fool’s gold, he called it because his smiling eyes brightened the days of those around him. But only those with an empathic nature could see the truth behind his guise. Even then, no one knew of his constant struggle and the inner turmoil that suffocated his psyche. Nor would they understand how or why it consumed him. He knew this. So, he never talked about it. He’d known early in his development that something about him was different from others. So he’d grown to know loneliness at an intimate level. It was his imaginary friend as a toddler and even now as an adult, and the only ‘one’ that could relate with him and would never leave his side.

Or would you not say a word, and stay here with me forever?

Then I disappear: I guess I’ve become so good at ghosting, because I’ve longed for the ability to just disappear from everything. “Groundhog,” my uncle used to call me. He said it’s because I would just randomly pop up without alert and then disappear.

If you can read into a situation early on, don’t shift your energy if the moment doesn’t feel right. Stay true to your intuition until proven otherwise. Everything happens (and doesn’t) for a reason.