{"id":8467,"date":"2017-11-14T09:49:45","date_gmt":"2017-11-14T09:49:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/herway.net\/?p=8467"},"modified":"2021-08-31T07:22:56","modified_gmt":"2021-08-31T07:22:56","slug":"ojala-hubiera-sabido-que-el-amor-sabia","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/ojala-hubiera-sabido-que-el-amor-sabia\/","title":{"rendered":"Ojal\u00e1 hubiera conocido el amor antes de conocerte a ti"},"content":{"rendered":"

Because if I had, I would have realized that love didn\u2019t mean my head crashing against a wall like a bullet exploding from a gun. I wouldn\u2019t have thought the glee in his eye as he apologized meant that people make mistakes, because what he did wasn\u2019t a mistake. It wasn\u2019t accidental or sleight of hand. It was filled with angst and hatred and putrid desires I allowed, time and time and time again and I wonder how things would have been different if I\u2019d known about love before I knew you. <\/span><\/p>\n

Had I known love, I wouldn\u2019t have slept around with boys who were simply posing as men. I wouldn\u2019t have penned my emotions based on text messages. I would have lived my life \u2013 met friends, danced with boys, not sit at home and wait for a blinking message to ask me, \u201cWhat are you doing tonight?\u201d like I was nothing more than a side piece with no legitimate or authentic pauses to consider that my feelings may have been wrapped up in my actions, that possibly I craved more. But those desires only made them play with me for that much longer. <\/span><\/p>\n

Had I known love I wouldn\u2019t have known desperation, or self-pity, or self-doubt that there was something evidently wrong with the way I was. Until I met you.<\/span><\/p>\n

You didn\u2019t teach me what love was \u2013 you taught me how to self-love. You taught me that the brightest beginnings blossom from the darkest endings. You taught me that, sure, the timing can sometimes be off, but fate steps in when it needs to pick up the shattered pieces from the assholes who did us wrong, from the people who we tricked ourselves into cherishing. <\/span><\/p>\n

You taught me that my worth is more than the amount of value I placed on it. When I became frazzled about life, you didn\u2019t mock or scurry or diminish those millennial thoughts as a waste of time. You validated me in every single way a human could ever validate another living, breathing, mostly insecure body who just craved the simple acts of kindness that you exuded on a daily basis.<\/span><\/p>\n

You brought a broken woman back from the brink of believing she was nothing more than what the men she chose swore to tell her: sidepiece, a nag, pitiful, unattractive – or as my ex-husband put it, the <\/span>lo peor que podr\u00eda pasar.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

You\u2019ve given me the sweetest gift of life and because of it, I stand as a brand new person who doesn\u2019t doubt for one single millisecond that you love me, that you wouldn\u2019t stand up for me, or protect me, or even listen to my sappy stories on repeat like a shitty Hallmark movie on a Saturday morning. <\/span><\/p>\n

T\u00fa sacas lo mejor de m\u00ed cuando yo permit\u00ed que tantos corazones sacaran lo peor durante tantos a\u00f1os. Durante tantos a\u00f1os no me di cuenta de lo que merec\u00eda, de la clase de romance que mi coraz\u00f3n, mi cuerpo y mi alma ansiaban a nivel espiritual y human\u00edstico. I hadn\u2019t known love before I met you<\/a> y me estremezco al pretender siquiera pensar en lo que ser\u00eda mi vida, si a\u00fan no tuviera ni idea.<\/span><\/p>\n

by\u00a0Courtney Dercqu<\/strong><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Because if I had, I would have realized that love didn\u2019t mean my head crashing against a wall like a bullet exploding from a gun. I wouldn\u2019t have thought the glee in his eye as he apologized meant that people make mistakes, because what he did wasn\u2019t a mistake. It wasn\u2019t accidental or sleight of…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":8468,"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-8467","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-stories-love"],"taxonomy_info":{"category":[{"value":29619,"label":"stories"}]},"featured_image_src_large":["https:\/\/herway.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/benjaminrobyn-jespersen-438378.jpg",800,568,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\/8467","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=8467"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8467\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8468"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8467"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8467"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herway.net\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8467"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}