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miércoles, 21 de octubre de 2015

This is how you lose her.

"This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
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sábado, 17 de octubre de 2015

Living is not easy.


"You may wonder why do I write in English sometimes. Well... I don't even know why, I just feel more comfortable like this. I guess it has to be because I am afraid of say it in another way, and I have the belief that, people I don't want to know, will never know all my words were because of them. 

I am in that certain moment in life when you realize that everything you believed is not true. 
I spend my nights looking pictures of clothes I will never have and girls I will never look like. I spend my sleeps dreaming about "lovers" I will never find. 

I am afraid of many things right now, but "failing" is the one which is always on my mind since the moment I wake up. 
Is like I always though I will be somebody who people will always remember, who will have her own post on Wikipedia, her own space in history books... but day by day I just feel more and more disappointed with what I thought living would be. This is fucking difficult and I am not saying I have gave up, it's only that now, I don't think life's fair.  

I am not a common girl. I can't sit down and think I have everything that I need, when we still have a huge universe waiting for us to be discover; cause I am ambitious and, I really don't know how bad is been it... I have to find the way of growing every day until I die. I guess that's what I need to be happy. 

Maybe I just see life this way because I may be sad now, or because I haven't lived enough, but I know that I will always be expecting more and you can't make me change my mind. "