i guess this is why they call it a ‘break up’ because everything inside me feels like it’s shattering to pieces.

He kissed her, and she let him do it. She even kissed hi, back, slowly, as if she was enjoying the kiss, and maybe she was. It looked like if it was lasting so long, even if it was happening so fat. And when the kiss stopped, she whispered, like she never wanted to say it, like she was forced.

“We can’t do this.”

And the, she opened her eyes, looking at his with the most broken look he ever saw.

“Why? He whispered at his turn.

-Because, I didn’t change, I just got worst.

-I know.

-Because, honestly, you totally fucked me up, and you broke me like hell. I can’t let that happen anymore. I can’t let you take everything I built since you left and destroy it.”

He looked at her sadly, and couldn’t find anything to say. So she stood up, and left as he was still looking at her, trying to find something to make her stay.

Sabes que lo estás haciendo bien cuando te das cuenta de que hasta sentarte en una silla te duele.

Jode eso de sentirme un estorbo hasta para mi misma.