Toda mujer tiene esa persona por la que nunca perderá los sentimientos

Siempre existe esa un person. It might be cliché, but it’s still true.

They were once a big part of your life and now they’re nothing but a memory.

There’s always that one relationship. Lingering in our minds. Even when it’s long gone.

La gente va y viene de tu vida, pero después de él, sentiste una enorme ausencia. Su marcha te ha cambiado.

You don’t know what it is about him. He just seems to somehow surface from the back of your mind and haunt you from time to time.

It’s not that you fantasize about him daily. The memories of him just emerge on their own.

Whatever the trigger is, you’re still not sure what’s so special about him.

To be precise, you’re not even sure if you find those memories enjoyable.

Pero aún puedes recordar cómo se mueve. Cómo huele. Cómo sonríe.

Cómo camina. La forma en que sus ojos se enfocaban cuando hablaba con pasión.

Puedes recordar los días en los que lo único en lo que pensabas era en ver su cara después de un largo día.

Him holding your face and kissing you like there’s no one around.

You can recall the days you spent together happy and careless. Days when you lived clueless of what’s going to happen next.

Pero esos días ya pasaron.

Una pequeña parte de ti estaría aterrorizada si volvieras a mirarle a los ojos. Aterrorizada porque te resultaría demasiado familiar.

Una pequeña parte de ti. El resto de ti había seguido adelante.

The rest of you can’t fall for the mere illusion. Not anymore.

You got tired by putting yourself out there and trying to show you’re good enough.

You stopped believing there’s someone else who can save you.

Now you know better. In the meantime, you’ve got to pick yourself up and build yourself again.

You worked so hard to be the woman you are today. That’s exactly why you deserve more than a man who couldn’t give you what you needed.

You weren’t made for algún día and love that waits. You weren’t made for promises that never came true, waiting in silence, and feeling alone.

You’re made for things that last. You’re made love that doesn’t run away. The stuff they write poems about.

That’s why you let go.

Recuerdas los momentos en los que le echabas tanto de menos que te dolía físicamente.

You remember crying yourself to sleep, thinking you’ll never be good enough.

You still miss him sometimes, but that doesn’t mean you want him back in your life.

Has aprendido la lección.

Aprendiste que puedes hacer las cosas por ti mismo. Puedes contar contigo mismo.

It’s nice to have someone to hold you, but it’s better to always feel safe within yourself.

Tuvo su oportunidad y la desperdició.

You know that his heart will always be part of yours, but he will never be part of your life and you’re at peace with it.

Cada desamor es una señal de que dejamos ir una parte de nosotros mismos. Una parte que voluntariamente dimos a otra persona.

Still, that doesn’t mean we’re lacking. When we give in love, we stay in love.

Be proud of yourself for fighting for yourself and making your life into something you’re proud of.

Siéntete orgulloso de ti mismo por no culpar a los demás de las cosas que te han pasado.

Siéntete orgulloso de aprender de tus mejores y peores experiencias.

Permítete alcanzar la mejor versión de ti mismo viviendo la vida con autenticidad.

Vivir con autenticidad significa escuchar tus propias necesidades y darles prioridad.

That’s not selfish but natural. How else would we be able to give to others?

If love has taught you anything, it’s that you can give and never run dry.

You can get tired, but love isn’t expendable. And neither are you.

So, share yourself with one who’s deserving of your love and beauty.

Walk through life proudly knowing that everything you’ve done, you’ve done with love.

Be proud of growing stronger from every lesson life has put in front of you and always learning you’re enough as you are on your own.