Não te atrevas a voltar à minha vida como se nunca tivesses desaparecido

Quem é que tu pensas que és? Quem te deu o direito de entrar e sair da minha vida, como se fosses o dono dela?

Listen to me and listen carefully: you’re the one who left me. The one who walked away from us.

You’re the one who me fantasiousem nunca me dar uma explicação adequada.

Aquele que me deixou sem conclusão e que me deixou a tentar encontrar algumas respostas sozinha.

You’re the one who vanished out of my life, without the decency to break up with me in person.

Aquele que era demasiado cobarde para me enfrentar e que preferiu desaparecer, sem pensar nas consequências.

I didn’t push you away from me, I didn’t ask for a break and nor did I abandon you. Instead, I just let you go.

Então, o que é que parece ser o problema agora? Now, when I’m just one step away from full recovery?

Devias ter vergonha de tentar reaparecer na minha vida.

Como é que podes olhar-me nos olhos e pedir-me que te deixe entrar de novo, depois de tudo o que fizeste?

Sentiste que eu estava quase a esquecer-te, por isso decidiste estragar tudo para mim? Sentiste que me estavas a perder para sempre e voltaste para evitar que isso acontecesse?

What do you want from me now? Haven’t you hurt me enough?

Why don’t you stick to your decisions? Be man enough and leave me alone. After all, that’s exactly what you did the last time!

I hate to break it to you but unlike you, I have strength of character. Once upon a time, I told you that you wouldn’t get any second chances with me.

I know better than to allow you to break my heart once again. I’m wiser than to trust a douchebag like you.

Therefore, I’ll be the one who is standing behind her words. I swear—I’m not letting you back into my life, even if it’s the last thing I do.

Don’t get me wrong—this has nothing to do with the emotions I might have for you. So, don’t dare try to accuse me of never loving you enough just because I don’t allow you to treat me like a piece of garbage.

You see, I’m not your second choice, your safety net or an reflexão tardia. I’m not someone you can come to when everyone else abandons you.

I’m not a girl who will put her life on hold, patiently waiting for you to come back. Não alguém que te implore para a escolheres e muito menos alguém que te dê infinitas segundas oportunidades.

I’m not the type of woman who will put up with your crap, as long as she has you by her side. Not someone who will allow you to treat her the way you want, just so you wouldn’t leave her.

I’m not a girl who will give you the green light to keep on hurting her. A girl who will always keep her door and arms wide open for you, despite the way you treat her.

I’m not someone who will settle for breadcrumbs of your love and attention. Not someone you can play your little mind games with.

Most importantly—I’m no longer the girl who loved you more than she loves herself. What a shock, right?

Well, from now on, I’m putting myself first. I’m done wasting my time and energy on people who don’t deserve it and on relationships that are doomed to fail.

Sorry but I refuse to serve you as an ego booster, as proof that somewhere you’re still loved and wanted.

Recuso-me a servir-te como um plano de reserva, como a pessoa a quem recorres quando tudo o resto se desmorona.

Let me tell you something: I’m worth much more than your deceptions. I will not allow you to play with me or to drag me into an endless circle of break-ups and make-ups.

I don’t give a damn about your falsas promessas, empty excuses and phoney apologies. You’re too late!