Cartas sin destinatario y otros poemas

✧ 5.01.2024 ✧

I always expected the big moments you always promised.

All the big parties with the people we loved.

But in my heart, I wished for something less big and more intimate.

It could be a hug when we met and little kisses on my forehead.

I knew you wanted big surprises and meticulous planned meetings, but I would go to a random picnic, just you and me like in the beginning.

I waited for the little and the big, for a bunch of flowers just because and that you started a conversation just once, but it didn't happen.

Not the big nor the small.

I swear I waited for a long time, perhaps too long because even my friends told me I was expecting way too much.

The big was too big for you to achieve, and the little was the bare minimum in their eyes, but not in mine.

Even when my expectations were on the floor, I waited until the end just for you to tell me one day that our love wasn't enough.

I regret just one thing.

I gave you up way too easily because my heart and my will to love you know no end.

I would go to the end of the world just to be with you again.

I'm still waiting for the big gesture you promised me.

Maybe today is the day you decide you want me back.

And even though I told my friends multiple times that I don't need you to be happy again, I will stop pretending if you tell me how you could never stop loving me in the same way I always have.