I used to fear never falling in love.. And now I fear never kissing your lips..

Do you ever miss someone so much that your heart literally aches for them? For me that someone is you.

I open my eyes and he’s next to me, instead of the blue lights from our screens illuminating the room it’s his smile. Our limbs are tangled, eyes locked, cheeks warm and oh this is what home feels like. My head rests on his chest as his heartbeat lulls me to sleep. His arms tighten around me and I think maybe I could get used to this.

I still fell for you, Even when the world was mad, You’re my sanity.

Well, you’ll break his heart and he’ll break yours. But you won’t forget each other, even if one day you walk past him and neither of you acknowledges it. That’s the thing about first loves, you never forget them, they are the only person who gets your whole untouched heart. They get all the love you’ve saved up for this moment and they get to keep it forever. You may never speak again but you can guarantee that you can still picture his eyes looking into yours as he said those three words, the way he kissed you afterwards and couldn’t stop repeating those words over and over until you were both too tired to speak. However you’ll also always remember the last time he said those three words, and told you that he was going to come back for you, the way he made you believe that a happy ending did exist for both of you. Those memories will come back to you in waves, all the firsts and all the lasts, the good and the bad, but what’s important is the fact that your first love is just that, the first but not the last.

Have you ever, Loved someone so much, It made you ache inside? I have. Have you ever, Wanted someone so much, That you dreamt dreams of them? I have. Have you ever, Told someone you loved them, And never heard anything back? I have. Have you ever, Given up on love? I haven’t.

Madurar es aprender a querer bonito, extrañar en silencio, recordar sin rencores y olvidar despacito.

Jamás en toda la vida, olvidaré tu presencia. Me acogiste destrozada y me devolviste íntegra, entera

Hay en México ladrones jijos de la chingada, cabrones, etc., etc., pero, no sé por qué, aun las más grandes cochinadas las hacen con un poco de sentido del humor; los gringos, en cambio, son sangrones de nacimiento.