Se necesita un hombre de verdad para amar a una mujer rota

To her, love seems like a game of power and she’s the one who hands it over. Porque para ella el amor es algo por lo que merece la pena vivir y luchar.

Love is something she’s ready to lose herself in without even skipping a beat. It terrifies her to death but she’d do it any day and anytime.

You can see the fear in her eyes and hear the tremble in her voice but the strength of her love and the heat of her passion is what knocks you off of your feet. You can see that she’s scared to the bone and she goes for it anyway.

Love her for the fact that she’s standing while she’s falling apart inside. For the fact that she gets up every morning, facing the sunshine, while fighting with the darkness in her. Y por ser el puerto en el que puedes buscar seguridad.

A ella, dulces palabras son sólo un arma para atraer a alguien, sólo para romperlos. Para ella, el amor es tan dulce como aterrador.

And every time someone promises her love, she nods in agreement but deep down the doubt is tearing her apart, warning her of another break that’s to come.

Hugs are just there to ease the pain and to make it harder for her once you’re gone. Because you ought to leave. Everyone else did, why wouldn’t you?

Love her for facing her fears every single day while she’s loving you. Love her for tumbling her walls down to show you that she trusts you.

Love her for the fact that she’s the fiercest and gentlest heart there is. Not the broken one but the beautiful one. Because she is so much more than just broken.

Para ella, la idea de no amarte es mucho más dolorosa que la idea de que te alejes. Porque conoce el dolor de no ser amado.

Sabe lo que duele darlo todo y recibir tan poco a cambio. Sabe lo que duele que te descuiden y lo que duele que te mientan.

Así que nunca, nunca jugará con tu confianza. Nunca te dejará en la oscuridad si puede ser la luz. Nunca te dejará en el frío si puede ser la llama.

Love her for bringing color to your black and white life and warmth to the freezing caves of your mind. For putting a smile on your face and having a laugh so contagious that you’re left wondering if sadness even exists next to her.

Para ella, el quebrantamiento es algo que oculta con una sonrisa. It’s not because she’s embarrassed, it’s because she’s afraid it’ll seem too much to you.

She’s afraid that you will see the woman she once was. The woman who let others take away her worth and her smile.

La mujer que confiaba en todo el mundo mantendría su corazón a salvo, igual que ella mantenía el suyo.

She’s afraid that you will run away because you can’t fix her. But the thing is, there is no point in fixing something that doesn’t need to be fixed.

Love her for the amazing mosaic of all the battles and victories she’s had. Love her for all of the pain she endured with that smile that would put the sun to shame.

La amo por el hecho de que los rotos le quedan bien.

Para ella, cada día es el último, así que no se guarda nada. Porque esperar a la gente que nunca llegó es lo que la mató al final.

Esperar en vano es lo que la destruyó. Y dar su corazón es lo que la rompió.

Pero ya ves, ella vive cada día un día a la vez. Se entrega por completo cada segundo del día.

When pain pins her down, she whispers, “Tenemos esto.” When fear tries to hold her back, she whispers, “Una vez más.”

Y cuando los recuerdos vienen a cazarla, grita, “Not today.” Being broken is part of her and if you leave her for it, you’re not the real man she deserves.

Ámala por ella. Respira con ella, llora con ella. Espera el amanecer a su lado y aprecia cada segundo que pases con ella.

Admire her and watch her in awe. And if you’re not ready to do it, let her go.

To her, being set free is better than being locked in a gilded cage with no love. If you’re no estás listo para amarla toda, déjala ir.