Breathe
By Señorita Lechuga
I have tried to cry and I have not been able to. I've tried to disappear, to go to a desert island and I couldn't either. I've tried to send memes telling my last love embezzlement and I couldn't either.
It is not a question of lack of will, but rather of cowardice and reasonableness, has it ever happened to you? Sometimes I feel that it is not worth it at all to throw a sentimental tantrum and say that I feel like the biggest fool of fools, as I thought, how did it happen to me?
There is a lot of talk about how romantic it is to end a relationship and try to get back into the fight with the same partner. It is often said that "there was a lot of love, so we decided to try again". I'm not saying it's not worth trying, but not as many times as possible. A couple of times should be enough to be sure that love will sprout there or you have to let it go.
To temper my emotions that have been set on fire, I read poetry, sing songs, talk again and again and again about the last outrage of which I was a victim. Yes, I feel betrayed, insulted and very offended. It's that I thought he was a good person, it's that he seemed so sincere, it's that ..... Thousands that are still pending.
However, it is over now. I feel exhausted after having run a long stretch in a minefield and having fallen into the nets of love. I am absolutely resigned to the fact that this time I tried everything. As Leila Guerriero says, I fell into the invention of love, because that's what it is: an invention in which almost all the time you fall into.
The minefield has been left behind and I can see it from afar. There are only a few lit twigs left, everything is silent, I can't hear anything, only the earth silencing the fire. This time the explosions passed me very, very close. This time I was saved by a miracle.
That's life, a game where sometimes you fall and come out unscathed; sometimes you fall and it takes more time to get up and start again. Today I'm just tired and sad, I just want everything to go out, for the summer sunset to caress my back and show me how my face looks in front of the sun, bright and warm as I haven't seen myself for a long time.
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