Hay días en los que uno no extraña a las personas; extraña la versión de sí mismo que existía cuando esas personas todavía estaban ahí.

And suddenly, one day that wound stopped hurting; it simply became a mark, a scar that represents that nothing hurts forever, that everything passes, and one day that pain turns into learning.

The real second chance is with yourself, not with those who don’t deserve it.

On the outside it never rained, but inside me there are a thousand storms.