I will never let anyone read all the things I've written myself.
The ones I drafted and sent to my number just in case.
I would be embarrassed because my messages are full of essays that I write every time you come to my mind.
I wrote one in case you missed me right from the beginning, so I'm ready if you come back to repeat that you love me.
One that was written that one time I saw you and I couldn't help but pray we could be together just for one last minute.
I wrote one when I dreamed that you realized you made me miss you so bad that when you left, your place in my heart was already empty, and I had mourned all our happy memories.
There is the one named "just in case he comes back to hear me one last time"
And "just in case I see you on the street waiting for your bus to get home and for some strange reason we start talking like we did once before"
"Just in case we become friends again and with every second we spend we feel like back then"
"Just in case you suddenly ask 'remember me why we fell apart' with that smile of yours that makes me wanna cry"
In that weird and impossible case, I will open the "reason why we left" that fits the best and read it out to you so we don't make the same mistake.
Those lists will be my reminder that you and I are good.
Good when we are strangers.
Good when we are not living in the same room.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
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