Carta al hombre que me quiere de vuelta: ya es demasiado tarde

Querido "hombre que me perdió",

I’ll start this letter by asking you: why? I’m not the kind of person who likes to talk around things, but rather get to the point and I’m really trying to understand you, so I’m asking you again—why?

It’s been such a long time and now you’re back with a desperate attempt to make everything OK again, like nothing was ever wrong.

Te acercaste a mí pensando que me lanzaría a tus brazos. Pero, ¿adivina qué? Me he vuelto mucho más listo desde la última vez que nos vimos.

Me dolía todo y sufría como nadie. The way your absence made me feel couldn’t be described with words and all I can do now is thank you for doing all that you did to me.

Pasé por un dolor más fuerte que cualquier cosa que hubiera experimentado antes y sobreviví.

Dime, ¿qué pasó con esa chica? Sí, la chica que elegiste en vez de a mí. ¿De verdad es tan feliz contigo?

I saw her the other day, crying in the arms of a friend and somehow I knew what was going on. The poor thing didn’t even see it coming.

With your commitment issues, you don’t really stay anywhere for too long.

Miras a todas las mujeres que te rodean como si fueran una especie de objetos temporales que pueden intercambiarse en cualquier momento.

You don’t look at us to see humans, but rather toys to play with.

How pathetic can a man get these days? I’m really sorry, but I can’t let myself be near you anymore.

Not because I might still have emotions for you, but because I don’t want to be reminded of how stupid I was to believe that you were capable of loving.

I was so stupid because I thought your manipulative behavior was love and every time you’d come home smelling like a woman, I would convince myself that it was OK as long as you came home to me.

You’re not really aware of how hard it is to be a woman who loves. Because you forget about who you are, you forget about your values and your inspirations.

Dedicas todo lo que tienes al hombre que amas, sólo porque crees que ese amor será suficiente. Pero el amor nunca es suficiente.

I’m sorry that I thought I could change you.

There was nothing out there that could impact on you to the point where you would realize that it’s not all right to hit a woman, that it’s not all right to deceive someone who thinks of you as the only love they will ever know.

Because that’s what I thought every time I saw you. I thought about how much I loved and adored you. But that wasn’t enough.

So let me tell you, dear old friend—I’m done. I’m done with you and my emotions about this are not confused. I don’t want to know how you are or how you’re doing.

I just want you to leave me alone so I can finally move on with my life and find the love that I deserve. You aren’t able to give me that kind of love.

That’s the reason why I’m seriously begging you to never step foot in my life again, because I don’t want you there anymore. You lost your chance.

Has perdido tu oportunidad con la única mujer que te ha apoyado de verdad y la única que estaba realmente enamorada de ti.

I don’t know where our lives will lead us, but I hope mine leads me as far away from you as it can get, and as close to happiness as possible.

Quiero ser feliz por fin y si eso significa evitarte el resto de mi vida, que así sea.

Tu amor perdido