{"id":17189,"date":"2020-06-02T11:07:09","date_gmt":"2020-06-02T11:07:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=17189"},"modified":"2021-08-12T08:37:49","modified_gmt":"2021-08-12T08:37:49","slug":"amarte-fue-una-tortura","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/amarte-fue-una-tortura\/","title":{"rendered":"Amarte fue una tortura"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cada vez que pienso en ti, me recorren escalofr\u00edos que me recuerdan el horror. Me recuerdan c\u00f3mo algo que cre\u00eda hermoso pudo acabar como acab\u00f3. <\/span><\/p>\n

How could I be so blind? Was it really my fault? No. I wouldn’t say so.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amarte fue una tortura.<\/b> Don’t roll your eyes at me now, because you know that I’m telling you the truth. <\/span><\/p>\n

Ese juego que jugabas constantemente conmigo confundi\u00f3 mi coraz\u00f3n y mi mente para nunca realmente <\/span>saber si me quer\u00edas<\/span><\/a> o si me despreciaras desde el fondo de tu coraz\u00f3n.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amarte era confuso.<\/b> Te levantabas por la ma\u00f1ana y te volcabas en m\u00ed con todo el amor y el cari\u00f1o que un ser humano puede dar a alguien. <\/span><\/p>\n

Yo era tu \u00fanica por la ma\u00f1ana. Me hablabas durante horas de lo agradecido que estabas de tenerme, de la suerte que hab\u00edas tenido de conocerme. Pero por la noche, todo eso cambiar\u00eda.<\/span><\/p>\n

At night, I would never know where you were at. My phone calls would reach your voicemail and my heart would burst into little pieces when you wouldn’t come home by the time you told me you would. <\/span><\/p>\n

El problema conmigo ah\u00ed es que pens\u00e9 que cambiar\u00edas, o m\u00e1s bien que la persona que eras por las ma\u00f1anas era en realidad tu verdadero yo. <\/span><\/p>\n

Tard\u00e9 alg\u00fan tiempo en darme cuenta de que las ma\u00f1anas eran la oportunidad que aprovechabas para mantenerme enganchada, para hacerme perdonarte y para hacerme recordar <\/span>por qu\u00e9 me enamor\u00e9 de ti<\/span><\/a> en primer lugar.<\/span><\/p>\n

Quererte nunca fue f\u00e1cil.<\/b> It always felt like I wasn’t enough, although I kept convincing myself that I was. <\/span><\/p>\n

Segu\u00eda dici\u00e9ndome que todo lo que hab\u00eda visto en tus ojos era mi validaci\u00f3n y que tus acciones eran algo completamente diferente. <\/span><\/p>\n

Now I see that I was simply blinded by the love I felt for you. I couldn’t see what was right in front of me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amarte fue un vuelo corto.<\/b> En un momento dado, pens\u00e9 que yo dominaba el mundo y que t\u00fa eras mi persona especial. <\/span><\/p>\n

En alg\u00fan momento cre\u00ed de verdad que eras t\u00fa quien iba a ayudarme a curar todas mis heridas y a no volver a romperme el coraz\u00f3n. <\/span><\/p>\n

Pero cuando me cortaste las alas y me estrell\u00e9, por fin vi que nada de lo que hab\u00eda imaginado era verdad.<\/span><\/p>\n

Se aprovecharon de m\u00ed.<\/b> My love didn’t mean anything to you. You simply wanted me to be there, so you didn\u2019t have to feel so lonely anymore.<\/span><\/p>\n

Pero querida, d\u00e9jame decirte esto: amarte no fue otra cosa que una verdadera tortura. <\/span><\/p>\n

Mi coraz\u00f3n se romp\u00eda<\/span><\/a> every step of the way while I tried to convince it that there was nothing bad in loving you and I don’t know if I will be able to forgive myself for being so blind.<\/span><\/p>\n

Amarte me ense\u00f1\u00f3 una lecci\u00f3n.<\/b> Me ense\u00f1\u00f3 que el amor nunca es unilateral. El amor siempre implica a dos personas dispuestas a trabajar en algo m\u00e1gico. Nunca ser\u00e1 doloroso ni triste. <\/span><\/p>\n

Se supone que el amor debe ser f\u00e1cil y no dejar sufrir a nadie. El amor deber\u00eda llenarte los pulmones de alegr\u00eda cuando te ves y eso es algo que nunca recib\u00ed de ti. Nunca tuve ese tipo de amor f\u00e1cil.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suena duro, pero perm\u00edteme ser sincero: merezco mucho m\u00e1s que mensajes de texto o llamadas telef\u00f3nicas sin respuesta. Merezco explicaciones. Me merezco tu tiempo. <\/span><\/p>\n

Parece que <\/span>una larga lista de cosas<\/span><\/a> but I am a woman who knows what she wants and I know how much I gave myself to this relationship. That’s why I have the right to claim what I deserve.<\/span><\/p>\n

But it’s over.<\/b> All those nights I spent by myself waiting for you to come home, all those times I begged you to talk to me and tell me what I\u2019d done wrong, all those times I thought I wasn’t enough<\/span>\u2014<\/span>it’s all over. The torture is over.<\/span><\/p>\n

M\u00edrame ahora, empaquetando mis cosas.<\/b> Can’t you see what you’ve lost? You’ve lost someone who was ready to conquer the world in your name. You lost someone who loved you wholeheartedly. You lost me.<\/span><\/p>\n

Me perdiste por tu boca llena de mentiras y todos esos juegos que jugaste. <\/b><\/p>\n

You lost me because you didn’t know how to treat a woman right. <\/b><\/p>\n

At least I knew when the game was getting out of control and that’s why I’m leaving.<\/b><\/p>\n

\"AMARTE<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Whenever I think of you, I get shivers down my spine that remind me of the horror. They remind me of how something I thought to be beautiful could end up the way it did. How could I be so blind? Was it really my fault? No. I wouldn’t say so. Loving you was torture….<\/p>","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","_kadence_starter_templates_imported_post":false,"_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29619],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17189","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stories-love"],"taxonomy_info":{"category":[{"value":29619,"label":"stories"}]},"featured_image_src_large":false,"author_info":{"display_name":"Tara Brown","author_link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/author\/tara-brown\/"},"comment_info":0,"category_info":[{"term_id":29619,"name":"stories","slug":"stories-love","term_group":0,"term_taxonomy_id":29619,"taxonomy":"category","description":"To all the souls struggling with complicated love experiences: These heartfelt stories about love, heartbreak, and moving on will be your voice of wisdom.","parent":38,"count":424,"filter":"raw","cat_ID":29619,"category_count":424,"category_description":"To all the souls struggling with complicated love experiences: These heartfelt stories about love, heartbreak, and moving on will be your voice of wisdom.","cat_name":"stories","category_nicename":"stories-love","category_parent":38}],"tag_info":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17189","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/40"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17189"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17189\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}