Al Tipo Que Hirió A La Buena Chica Mientras Le Dolía
Para salvarte, la has rechazado. Por miedo a ser herido, nunca le diste una oportunidad, una verdadera oportunidad.
Lo hiciste incluso como intentarlo. Fue un esfuerzo miserable. You didn’t allow yourself to feel while she was the one experiencing the feelings for both of you.
Dejas que tu pasado se interponga en tu futuro. Seguías mirando atrás y viendo en ella todo lo que alguna vez te hizo daño.
She paid for every time your heart was broken. She was the one to carry all the pain at once—all the pain you’ve been through in the past, she lived all at once thanks to you.
In Japan, broken objects are often repaired with gold. The flaw is seen as a unique piece of the object’s history, which adds to its beauty.
She could’ve been the very gold for your heart if you gave her the chance. She could’ve patched it together with her love.
Te asustabas cada vez que se acercaba demasiado a ti. You couldn’t keep the distance forever. She proved to you she was different, but you still fought back as if she were your worst enemy.
You made her feel like she was doing something bad when in fact she was only loving you. You made her feel like she was to blame for how the things are between the two of you—it was never you.
She didn’t deserve to be called only when you were drunk. She didn’t deserve all those after-tequila calls followed by you admitting you care.
You could’ve manned up and said all those things while you were sober. You could’ve come to her straightforward instead of letting the alcohol speak out of you.
She didn’t deserve to be lied to. You lied that everything was fine and you lied when you said ‘it was nothing’.
It was everything, but you didn’t let her see the real you, the raw you. You chickened out.
She didn’t deserve to be hurt first before you got hurt. You shouldn’t have seen your relationship with her as a competition—you wouldn’t’ve gotten out as a loser, but you were too blind to see it.
Así que elegiste ser el depredador sólo para evitar convertirte en la presa.
Her only sin was falling for an emotionally broken man. But she didn’t know you were unavailable.
Sabía que estabas dañado y eligió amarte a pesar de tu rotura, tus daños y tus defectos, ¿y qué obtuvo a cambio? Bueno, se rompió.
She deserved a chance, just a small try, even the tiniest effort would’ve done the cham. You should’ve given ‘you’ at least one chance, but a real one.
Ella realmente se preocupaba por ti. Estaba dispuesta a arriesgarse. Estaba lista para enamorarse de ti.
Y ella se enamoró de ti. Pero en vez de atraparla, la dejaste caer de bruces.
She didn’t deserve the hell you’ve put her through. She didn’t deserve to be led on for months and then be left empty-handed.
She didn’t deserve all the empty promises you made, she didn’t deserve to be led into believing you two had a future while you were only using her to feel better, to feed your insecurities and to not be alone.
Instead of using her and pushing her away, you should’ve let her in. She’d help you heal.
She’d show you that there is more to love and life than you’ve already seen. She’d loved you the right way. But you were too guarded and too selfish to do that.
Ahora le hiciste a ella todo lo que te hicieron a ti. ¿Cómo te hace sentir hacer el mismo daño que te hicieron a ti?
Don’t blame it on your past or the hell you’ve been through. Because you could’ve made it, if you only gave her a chance.
Rompiste una buena chica and, darling, this one’s on you.
