Não a culpes quando ela te chama bêbado

She would’ve never called you sober. She could never have made herself send you that text she just typed while she was sober. Her fingers write it, her heart desperately wants to send it, but her mind and her pride won’t let her do it.

Whenever you cross her mind while she’s sober, she successfully fights you. Each time you show up as an uninvited guest, she sees you off because she’s strong enough while she’s sober.

Ela empurra-o para o fundo da sua mente e deixa-o lá permanecer enquanto o conseguir manter.

She fights you and she doesn’t allow herself to feel you.

She doesn’t allow her sober self to ever think of you. She doesn’t allow herself to feel you and she tries so hard to put you in the past where you actually belong.

But once her sobriety leaves, once a few beers mixed with a few shots of tequila kick in, she can’t be held responsible for her actions.

Ela foi demasiado forte durante demasiado tempo.  Ela lutou com unhas e dentes com ela própria, quer não o querer, quer esquecê-lo e quer apenas seguir em frente.

Ela quer viver a vida que merece, sem o fardo de esperar por alguém que pode nunca vir. Mas tudo isto se desvanece quando o seu raciocínio se torna um pouco nebuloso.

Porque, once she isn’t sober anymore, her mind arguments start. Ela começa a questionar se a vossa separação foi uma boa ideia.

She can’t escape the feeling that she could’ve done something more and that if she had, you two could’ve made it work out.

She starts questioning your words, like when you said that she wasn’t the one for you or that you weren’t good enough for her or that you two were not right for each other.

If she wasn’t the one for you, how come she was able to bring you to your knees?

If you weren’t the one for her, how come she hates the idea of being free?

If you weren’t right for each other, why have you been through what you’ve been through?

All that she is sober, she stops being when she’s drunk. Ela deixa de ser forte.

She stops being rational. She starts listening to her heart and she dents her own pride. And then she’s all yours again. And then you’re more than present in her life.

Ela bebe mais uns copos para o esquecer, mas a única coisa que esquece é o seu orgulho.

So when her drunk fingers and her drunk mind let her heart take the lead, when she calls you or texts you, she’ll fight it as much as she can, but just in case she can’t…

In case she calls you drunk, don’t hold her responsible for it. Her love isn’t water under the bridge yet.

Ela ainda te sente, ainda te quer e ainda espera que não te ter seja apenas um sonho mau que vai acabar a qualquer momento.

When she calls you drunk, don’t hold her responsible for it. You are the one responsible for all her pain, for all her sleepless nights, for all her unrequited love, so why should you blame her for one missed call or one unreturned message?

You know, at the end of the day, no matter what happens, you have been been and you’ll always be her everything…

She might get up every morning ready to make the best of the day, she might make everything work for her, she might have other men falling at her feet, but you’ll always be the one she calls when she’s drunk.