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

Ese momento antes de mirarte a los ojos genera una electricidad tan inmensa que podría alimentar una ciudad entera, y aun así mi corazón sigue temblando como si fuera la primera vez. - Micaela

“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)

Yo ví que no tenías corazón, por eso te di el mío.