Ya no tengo ganas de perseguirte

Estoy demasiado cansado para seguir haciendo esto.

I just don’t have any strength left in me to do this anymore. I think that it’s finally enough.

Me gustabas tanto que estaba dispuesta a hacerlo todo por ti y nada era demasiado difícil si te hacía feliz.

But, you’ve used me, and now I’m just tired. I don’t even want to perseguirte. I don’t even want to put the slightest effort into getting closer to you.

Acostúmbrate al hecho de que ya no eres mi prioridad. Ya no eres el número uno en mi vida.

Get used to the fact that you’re going to wait hours to get a text back from me, and there is no more my running to your door in the middle of the night because you feel like hanging out.

¿Y cómo me siento? My feelings matter, and I’ve finally realized that.

I’m not doing this to hurt you. I’m not angry with you, and I don’t want revenge. I’m not that petty. It’s just that I can’t take it anymore.

No me quedan fuerzas ni nervios para estar a tu lado cada segundo del día.

I don’t want to jump when you say hop. I don’t want to constantly try to make you happy because I’m hurting myself in the process.

I’ve completely neglected my needs and things I want to do. My life somehow only got one purpose—making you happy.

Me mantuviste en la oscuridad. Me mantuviste pensando que íbamos a ser pareja, pero lo único que querías era alguien que te persiguiera, alguien que atendiera tus necesidades y concediera tus deseos.

I’m sorry, but I’m out.

You’re not that special to me anymore. I won’t think carefully about what to say to you fearing that I might say something wrong which will pull me away from you.

I’m not going to try so hard anymore for you to like me. I’m going to act around you exactly how I want to.

I’m going to say the first thing that comes to my mind because I know that the real me is far more interesting than this person I’m pretending to be just so you like me.

I know you won’t be happy about this. You’ve enjoyed having a girl run around you, trying to turn your life into a perfect one—but perfect for you. Who would give that up?

Now, you’re going to be surprised because I won’t be running to your door just because you don’t feel like watching a movie alone or you need someone to bring you something along the way, so you thought: “What the hell, I’m gonna call her!”

I’m not playing the game by your rules. Not anymore.

Ahora pienso menos en ti. Ya no eres tan atractiva y las mariposas de mi estómago están mucho más calmadas ahora cuando te veo.

Your smile is not that beautiful anymore. All in all, you’re just no longer that special.

I wonder how you could possibly even think that this little game you’re playing is going to last forever.

¿De verdad pensabas que iba a estar corriendo detrás de ti el resto de mi vida?

That I’m going to crave your touch and imagine what it would be like to be in a relationship with you?

Did you really think that I am going to comfort myself with thinking that I’m almost there because you keep sending me mixed signals and you keep giving me false hope?

Well, I hate to break it to you, but I’m not feeling sorry for myself anymore.

I’m not lying to myself by thinking I’m almost there, that any day now you’re going to ask me to be your girlfriend.

Por aquel entonces, cuando quería dártelo todo, creo que lo di todo.

I gave you so much that I had nothing left even if we started a relationship. You’ve drained me in the beginning, and we weren’t even together.

I’m glad that I’ve realized that my feelings were unilateral. No hubo ninguno de los tuyos en esta relación que tuvimos.

Maybe now and then you cared for me—but just because you didn’t have anything better to do.

Normalmente, a la primera señal de algo más emocionante o interesante, me abandonabas.

I didn’t really come to a realization that you aren’t the guy for me. I didn’t have an epiphany and see things clearly.

I just got tired of chasing you. I don’t have it in me anymore, so I quit.