Vamos, gu\u00e1rdame un secreto. Te reto a que lo hagas una vez m\u00e1s. Te reto a que vengas corriendo a m\u00ed en mitad de la noche para besarme y abrazarme, para recibir justo el amor que necesitas y luego esconderte en el balc\u00f3n para mandarle un mensaje, para inventar alguna est\u00fapida mentira sobre tu ubicaci\u00f3n actual.<\/p>\n
Come on, I dare you to treat me like your backup plan! I dare you to lie to me one more time and tell me I\u2019m the one.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n I dare you to call me one more time to meet somewhere far away so you\u2019ll be sure no one knows you. Somewhere you\u2019re positive no one will see you walking by my side and holding my hand.<\/p>\n I dare you to take me to dinner in the deeply hidden, little restaurant in the part of the town that no one goes to. I dare you to take me to the table somewhere in the dim corner where it\u2019s dark enough so we won\u2019t be seen. I still remember the faces of those poor girls on dates who knew they\u2019ve been taken there because he is either ashamed or they are simply a second choice.<\/p>\n You never took me anywhere. We never went shopping together; we never went for a walk. The furthest I\u2019ve gone walking with you is from the motel to the car, running in fear that you might be seen.<\/p>\n I\u2019m fucking tired of it all.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n I wasn\u2019t expecting things to be this way. I never wanted to be anyone\u2019s second choice. I just fell in love and you lied you fell in love, too. I guess I\u2019m that na\u00efve girl who fell for your promises of leaving her and staying with me. But, you kept me in reserve, for just in case and I sadly believed in each and every one of your lies.<\/p>\n I\u2019m fucking tired of you knocking on my door in the middle of the night.<\/strong> <\/em>I\u2019m tired of sensing her smell when I get close to you. I\u2019m tired of seeing different shades of lipstick in the shape of a goodbye kiss on your cheek every time you come over. I\u2019m tired of being your segunda opci\u00f3n<\/a>, someone you come over to when you don\u2019t have anywhere else to go.<\/p>\n I\u2019m fucking tired of you not taking me anywhere.<\/strong> <\/em>I want to enjoy love. I want to go everywhere with the man I love. I want to climb mountains, walk by the river, go for a coffee and go dancing with him. I want to enjoy life with him. But, with you, the only thing I get is a filthy couch in a cheap motel and my room. Fuck that! I want more and clearly, you\u2019re not going to give it to me!<\/p>\n I\u2019m fucking tired of you hiding me like I was a disease and not someone you love.<\/strong><\/em> I\u2019m done hiding. I\u2019m young and I want to live a normal life. I want a man who will love me with all his heart and in every second of the day in every possible situation we are in. I want a man who will embarrass himself in order to get me out of a tricky situation. I want a man who will get the attention off of me if I don\u2019t want it. I want a man who will take me by the hand and show me to everyone. You never had the guts to do that. You said you wanted to, but you only said it to keep me a bit longer as your second choice. Well, that ends today, honey!<\/p>\n I\u2019m fucking tired of asking you to meet your friends.<\/strong> <\/em>You met mine. Some of them didn\u2019t even like you, but I told them to give you another chance. I told them that you\u2019re not that bad. That you are just in a tricky situation and you need some time. And once you solve everything, we\u2019re going to be the happiest couple alive. I accidentally fed them with all the lies you were feeding me. I never met your friends. Something always came up. They were busy, you were busy, and we\u2019ll do it some other time. I bet they didn\u2019t even know I existed.<\/p>\n