Mierda de inseguridad

Mierda de inseguridad

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ALGUNA VEZ TE PASO DE QUE EL/ELLA TE AMABA TANTO QUE HASTA QUE SIN QUE TE DIESES CUENTA HACIA MAS POR TI QUE TU POR EL /ELLA PERO TENIAS LOS OJOS VENDADOS Y NI LA MIRABXS ,Y CUANDO TE DISTE CUENTA ERA DEMASIADO TARDE LX PERDISTE. NO ESTOY HABLANDO DE PAREJAS SI NO YA HASTA DE AMISTADES QUE SE ROMPEN POR ESTO ,YO LO HE PASADO Y ES DEMASIADO TARDE PARA DECIRLE QUE YO TAMBIÉN LO QUERÍA PERO QUE ME DABA MIEDO DEMOSTRAR MI AMOR POR SI LE PARECÍA PESADO , SI ESTAS PASANDO POR ESTO O CREES QUE QUE TE ESTA PASANDO SOLO DECIRTE QUE HABLES CON EL O ELLA SEGURO QUE LLEGÁIS A UN BUEN PUERTO PERO NO LX DEJÉIS ESCAPAR, AMIGXS COMO ELLOS SOLO PASAN UNA VEZ Y YO LO HE PERDIDO POR MI MIERDA DE INSEGURIDAD
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What if, in another life, in another time, love was enough? They loved each other in silence, in the spaces between longing and letting go. Their hearts spoke a language only they understood-through stolen glances, fingertips brushing for a second too long, and the words they never had the courage to say. But fate was cruel. The world kept pulling them apart, forcing them into lives where they could never fully belong to each other. One stayed, carrying the weight of a love that never got its ending. The other became a memory, a ghost of what could have been. Yet, love like theirs never truly fades. It lingers, in dreams, in echoes of laughter, in the quiet ache of knowing-somewhere, somehow, they were almost meant to be.

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