Te equivocas si crees que no puedo seguir adelante sin ti

If you think that I’m still crying over you, you have no idea how wrong you are. Yes, I loved you, but sometimes just loving someone is not enough. I’ve realized that you’re not worthy of being my priority.

Si te digo que me sentí genial cuando te fuiste, me estaré mintiendo a mí mismo. ¡No más mentiras! La verdad es que no hay palabras para describir lo que sentí. Lloré. Grité. Grité.

I wanted to disappear off the face of the earth. I couldn’t stand myself. My body was in pain. My heart was broken into small, tiny pieces, and my soul was crying for help.

Me decían: Time heals everything, darling… Nunca les creí. Pero ahora tiene sentido para mí.

When you’re left with nothing but time, time becomes your friend in misery. You have no will to go out; you have no will to smile but you exist. You exist in time, and time brings you understanding and acceptance.

If you don’t understand or don’t accept the situation you’re in, you will not be able to move on.

I finally had time to think it through and accept the situation I’m in. So, everything that I’m about to say will be nothing but truth.

If you think that I need you in order to feel better about myself, you’re wrong!

The truth is, I never needed you, and I don’t care what you’re going to think of it. I’m not afraid of my emotions towards you. I’m not afraid of the person that I used to be.

I’ve realized that you were the one who changed me. You lured me into your toxic world that changed me.

Ya no era la persona que solía ser. Me convertiste en tu esclava que obedece todas tus órdenes, que sólo te beneficia a ti. Estaba perdida.

I lost myself by obeying you. I wasn’t even aware that I was doing it. I thought that this is how it should be.

Well, it’s not!

If you think that I’m still the same person that you made me become, you’re wrong!

Algunas partículas del antiguo yo todavía existen, pero me aseguré de borrar todas las venenosas. Ahora el nuevo yo te manda a la mierda y no vuelvas nunca más. El antiguo yo era una versión perfecta de mí según tus estándares.

Creaste una persona dispuesta a todo, una persona compasiva y una persona que confiaba en que sabías lo que hacías. Yo era tu muñeca perfectamente diseñada que utilizabas para manipular.

I’m not the same person anymore, and I will never be. The perfectly designed doll no longer exists.

If you think that I still love you, you’re wrong!

I’ve never loved you. I loved the idea of being in love with you. Being in your world felt like a magical place to be.

I was so deluded that I didn’t even notice all of those bad aspects of your being. You seemed like a perfect statue that will make you feel good if you worship her.

You’re not a statue. You’re not even a man, and I was not in love with you. I realized that being in love only happens to those whose hearts reciprocate.

Todo lo demás no es más que una ilusión, y una vez que abres los ojos, te das cuenta de lo mucho que tiene sentido.

If you think I can’t move on without you, you’re definitely wrong!

If you thought that I was gonna call you a thousand times just to tell you that I miss you, you’re wrong. I’ve set my priority list where you no longer exist. You’re wrong if you think that I’m not capable of living on my own.

You’re wrong if you think that someone else will not appreciate and treat me the way I deserve. They will.

And then you’ll realize the mistake of letting me go.