A la que se dio cuenta de que quererse a sí misma significaba dejarle marchar

It’s hard, I understand. Letting go of someone you love, letting go of someone you want to spend your life with. But you had to do it. To save yourself, to save your sanity and heart, you had to. Because his love was tóxicos.

Su amor era veneno que te mataba lentamente desde dentro. Su amor era ácido que derretía las paredes de tu alma, hasta que te perdías por completo. Para amarte a ti misma, tenías que dejarle marchar.

Su amor te costó tu valor. His words, his toxic behavior took away the smile off your face. His darkness took away the spark from your eyes—that beautiful spark you had.

The life in you, the passion of your soul. His unfaithful behavior cost you your sleep. You started doubting yourself, started thinking you’re not enough.

You’re not good enough, worthy enough. Oh, but you are, darling. You are more than enough and that’s what frightened him. He’s not worthy of you, so he destroyed you instead.

He wasn’t ready to face the love, so he turned it against you. He used your love to break you, but not anymore. This time, you’re giving your love to yourself. This time your love is going to heal you.

His love cost you your confidence. His words still sting. They still burn under your skin. His words about how you’re not pretty enough, how that woman over there is hot, how this woman over here is perfect.

Pero no eras tú. Nunca fuiste tú. Nunca fuiste la perfecta, nunca fuiste la guapa. Era tan inseguro que te manipuló para que pensaras que era un regalo del cielo.

That you’re blessed to have him. But, darling, it’s other way around. He should be thanking heaven and all the gods that you came into his life.

It’s not you who’s not good enough—it’s him who is too blind to see past his insecurities and fears. It’s not you who is unlovable—it’s him who is incapable of loving.

Su amor te costó tus sueños. You can still hear his laugh, his voice telling you you’re not capable enough of making your dreams come true.

His voice demanding that you give up on them, so you can accompany him while he makes his come true. His voice making you doubt your abilities, making you think that you’ll never make it. But who says you won’t?

Who gets to decide that you’re not good enough? Who gets to decide that you’re not strong enough? It’s you, and you only.

Su amor te costó la cordura. His manipulations, guilt tripping and poison beautifully wrapped up in sweet words made you think that it’s all in your head.

That he really loves you, that you’re to blame. That he’s the One, and you should try harder. That he’s faithful and you should work harder to earn his trust.

Love, no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you love him, it’ll never be enough. But you see that now. That’s why you’re here.

Ves que nunca fuiste tú. You see that it was his past that defined him and there’s no reason it should define you too.

Ves que el amor no es así, aunque él se haya esforzado mucho por hacértelo creer. Por fin ves lo que vales, después de que él se esforzara tanto por quitártelo.

Y tú finalmente se dio cuenta de que amar a ti mismo significaba dejarlo ir.