Ese día morí, pero aún seguía respirando y eso dolía más.

Y soy consciente de que no me amas y ya no podremos estar juntos en esta vida, pero nos volveremos a encontrar porque nuestros infiernos se atraen

“I once read that the cruelest thing you can do is make someone believe in the beginning of love when you never meant for it to grow — and maybe that’s what you did. It’s not love yet, but it’s something that feels dangerously close. The kind that sits quietly between late-night conversations and the way your name sounds softer every time I say it. You told me not to feel too much, but how do I stop when every small thing about you feels like the start of something beautiful — and I don’t even know if it’s real or just something I built out of hope?” — memoirsofbilal (via Instagram)