En 2025, prometo dejarte ir

El Año Nuevo es una oportunidad para empezar de cero. Es tiempo de nuevos propósitos y nuevas promesas.

But this year, I won’t be making any special resolutions. And I won’t be making any promises to others, only to myself.

Este año, prometo dejarte ir por fin. Dejarte en el pasado, donde perteneces, y pasar página a mi vida.

In 2025, I promise that I’ll stop missing you and that I’ll learn how to live without you. That you’ll stop being the first thing that goes through my mind when I wake up and the last image I see when I am trying to go to sleep.

I promise that I’ll stop looking at our old photos and that I’ll stop replaying the songs that remind me of you. I promise myself that I won’t be rereading your old texts, wishing for those good times to come back. That I’ll block your number, unfollow all of your social media accounts, delete all of our pictures and throw away all of your stuff.

In 2025, I’ll stop waiting for you to come crawling back and I’ll finally understand that I am better off without you. I’ll stop putting my life on hold, while you are somewhere out there, living yours, as if I never existed.

I’ll stop hoping that it’s you calling me every time I hear my phone ring and I’ll stop expecting you to show up at my doorstep, telling me that you’ve realized your mistake and that you can’t live without me. Telling me that you’ve finally seen what you lost and that I am the only one you could ever love.

I promise to stop waiting for you to come to your senses and to get your shit together and I’ll accept that you’ll always remain the same insensitive jerk you’ve always been.

Prometo dejar de esperar a que asumas la responsabilidad de tus actos y a que me des el cierre que busco desesperadamente. Que me ofrezcas las disculpas que nunca recibí y que me asegures que importo.

Next year, there won’t be any more of those horrible, sleepless nights in which I think about all the things that went on and about everything that could have been of us. There won’t be anymore crying over the things we didn’t accomplish and any more wondering why you left me just like that.

Este año, prometo encontrar la fuerza para perdonar. Prometo perdonarte por todo el dolor que me has causado, aunque nunca me lo hayas pedido. Prometo deshacerme de todos los rencores y resentimientos y liberarme de ti.

Pero sobre todo, en 2025, Me perdonaré por amarte. For trusting that you’d stay by my side until the end of time, for making excuses for your shitty behavior just so I could keep on loving you and for justifying your every move.

I will forgive myself for being a fool who thought you could change and for wasting so much time on someone who never deserved me. For giving you so many second chances and for hoping that eventually, you’d get on the right track.

En 2025, te dejo ir. Me desprendo de todos nuestros recuerdos y de todas su potencial. Estoy dejando ir mis esperanzas de que alguna vez podría arreglar o salvarte y finalmente estoy aceptando la dura verdad de que nunca estuvimos destinados a ser.

Este año, te prometo que te dejaré y seguiré adelante con mi vida. Este año, te digo mi último adiós y te borro de mi corazón y de mi mente.

In 2025, I will be strong enough to save myself from loving you. I am taking off my rose-tinted glasses and I am seeing you for who you’ve always been and myself as the person I was before you entered my life and before you shattered my heart.

Por ello Prometo amarme a mí mismo más de lo que nunca te quise. Para apreciarme y respetarme lo suficiente como para no volver a dejarte entrar y dejar de aferrarme a ti.

En 2025, prometo encontrar el valor para curar mi corazón roto y salvarme.