DATE: 15/05/2023
When I first met him, he was laying broken on the floor. Everything around him was black and white. So I gave him my hand and helped him up. I showed him how to see colors again. And I thought I would lose him once he was able to be happy. But I was wrong. He stayed by my side because I was the one making him happy.
It was the day I managed to show him that happiness doesn't depend on the people in your life and that he didn't necessarily need me to be happy, that I finally had to let him go. He was ready to go his own path, and I was no longer a part of it.
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A Writer's Notebook / Collection of Short Stories
Historia Corta🇪🇸 A veces todo lo que queremos es escapar de la realidad. O quizás queremos darle un sentido. En este cuaderno guardo mis relatos que me permiten (o intentan) reflejar todo aquello que pienso y siento en mi interior y quiero compartir con el mun...
