⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Beautiful Goodbye (Alejandro Balde.)

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Alejandro POV

I remember the first time I saw you vividly, as if it were etched in my memory. The streetlight cast a warm glow on your face, and you had this way of brushing your hair back that made my heart race.

We had been through so much together, yet now, as April begins to wane, I find myself reflecting on what went wrong. It’s strange how the seasons mirror our feelings—winter’s chill giving way to spring’s promise, just as our relationship seemed to waver between hope and despair.

When the breeze flows gently around us, I wish we could sit face to face, really talk about our breakup. I want to understand why the connection we once shared now feels so distant.

We've said that we'd be alright, but no matter how much I convince myself otherwise, the reality of your dying feelings is hard to ignore. It’s as if every flower that blooms only serves as a reminder of what we’ve lost.

As April fades away, I try to walk away as if nothing’s wrong, hoping that our last goodbye will be beautiful. I want to remember you with a smile, even if it's a bittersweet one.

I long for our final moments to be filled with grace, so that we can part ways on good terms, preserving the beauty of what we once had. My heart aches with the thought of seeing you smile just a little longer before we say goodbye.

If I could turn back time, I would change so many things. I would pass you by without a second glance, sparing us both the pain of this inevitable ending. But that’s not possible.

All I can do now is accept that you’ve drifted away. If you’ve found someone who makes you happier than I ever could, then I genuinely hope you smile with him. I want the best for you, even if it means letting go.

As you continue to drift away, I find it hard to grasp the reality of us no longer being together. I hope that before this time ends, you find the happiness that has eluded us.

Our love was real, and I will always cherish it, but it’s time for both of us to move forward. Let’s not forget the moments we shared.

In the end, you and I—our time together—will always be a part of who we are.

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