Jódete por herir a la chica agradable que tenía miedo de amarte de todos modos

She didn’t want to fall in love with you. Eso era lo que más temía.

She tried to avoid you because she knew her heart was going to defy what her mind wanted. She knew her heart had made another decision—a decision she knew she would regret.

She didn’t even want to like you, let alone love you. And then, all of a sudden, she found herself in a situation she couldn’t control anymore.

Every time she saw you, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Every time someone mentioned your name, a smile sneaked up on her face. She knew you were bad for her, but her heart wouldn’t listen.

She knew she shouldn’t love you and she feared to love you. Her heart had been broken too many times before and she knew the feeling too well.

Por desgracia, esta vez su corazón no le dio más opción que latir y doler sólo por ti.

Tenía miedo de amarte porque ya había pasado por eso. Sabía lo que le esperaba.

She knew one person will get out of this with their heart shattered into a million pieces and that person won’t be you.

Tenía miedo de amarte porque sabía que esa falsa felicidad la cegaba temporalmente.

Esta breve sensación de excitación, la esperanza de haber encontrado por fin el amor verdadero, la despistó.

It made her forget about her past and about all those times she’d been happy at the beginning—and wounded and hurt at the end.

Ella tenía miedo de amarte porque le diste esperanza. Le hiciste creer que eras el verdadero hombre para ella. Le sonreías como si fuera la única persona en el mundo que te importaba.

You took her hand and hugged her when she needed your touch. But none of these things were sincere. None of it was real. This wasn’t unconditional love—it was something completely else.

Le hiciste perder el tiempo y le diste falsas esperanzas. Te aprovechaste de su corazón blando.

She was scared to love you because she knew you would disappear with no closure at all, not even a goodbye or you would make false excuses and stupid reasons which she wouldn’t understand.

Sabía que se quedaría sola, preguntándose sin remedio qué había hecho mal, aunque nunca hubiera sido culpa suya.

Tenía miedo de amarte porque sabía que saldría herida.

She is a girl with a soft and sensitive heart. She is just an ordinary girl who didn’t want to love you in the first place. You sneaked up on her and seduced her heart with empty words and your false appearance.

You enchanted her wearing your ‘good guy’ mask. You’ve hurt her because you never cared about her.

Nunca te molestaste en preguntarte por qué estaba tan asustada o por lo que pasó y por qué she doesn’t want to trust you.

You didn’t ask any of those questions because you didn’t want them answered.

You needed someone to be there for you—someone to talk to you, someone to love you. She did all that and all she got in return was heartbreak and some more pain.

Lo único que consiguió fue llorar en su habitación en mitad de la noche, viendo cómo sus paredes se estrechaban a su alrededor.

Le entraron ganas de arrancarse la piel para acabar con el dolor. Era demasiado para ella. Quería arrastrarse sola al lugar más oscuro del mundo y morir.

When you hurt her, she dwelled in pain and she kept asking herself why she can’t be loved the way she deserves. She knows how to love and she has loved before.

So, why can’t she even get to experience even the smallest portion of the love she has for others on her own skin?

Love showed her its bitchy face. To her, love is every time she has made a mistake, every time she was the one who wasn’t trying enough. To her, love is that ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ sentence.

Para ella, el amor es un sentimiento de abandono sin motivo. Por supuesto, tiene miedo de amar.

El amor le ha dado con la puerta en las narices cada vez que estaba a punto de entrar.

Despite all she went through. Despite her warning you and telling you she doesn’t want to be with you, you continued to push her. And what’s even worse, she became even more interesting because she didn’t want you.

En lugar de dejarla ir and keeping her heart safe from you, you chose to be selfish. You chose to play with her to fulfill your needs and toss her away when you’d had enough.

You chose to give her hope which made her stay a bit longer—thinking you will change.

Elegiste faltarle al respeto dejándola en ridículo.

Elegiste ser un cobarde, así que rompiste huyendo sin decir una palabra.

Elegiste guardar silencio cuando ella te suplicó que hablaras para intentar salvaros a los dos.

Elegiste hacerle daño y lo hiciste.

Aún teme al amor. Todavía le aterrorizan los corazones rotos. Sigue dudando de la gente.

But, real love will come to her doorstep sooner or later. It will wipe away the fear and fill her heart with true love like she’s always wanted.