It’s been almost a month since she told me. Things haven’t gotten better. I don’t know what I’m going to do once she’s married. I hope she doesn’t get married. I hope she realizes how great we are together. That’s a lot of hoping going on .
Loving too much always kills you. It rips you apart and messes up your mind. It leaves you wide awake at 3 in the morning wishing you never had any feelings.
Mucho gusto, fue un dolor conocerte.
I remember the first time you held my hand. I don’t know if it was because of the cold or the fact I loved you but fuck, I felt the world rush through my veins.