Para o tipo que magoou a boa rapariga enquanto estava magoado
Para se salvar, afastou-a. Por causa do medo de ser magoado, nunca lhe deu uma oportunidade, uma verdadeira oportunidade.
Até fez como tentar. Foi um esforço miserável. You didn’t allow yourself to feel while she was the one experiencing the feelings for both of you.
Deixas que o teu passado se intrometa no teu futuro. Continuavas a olhar para trás e a ver nela tudo o que te tinha magoado.
She paid for every time your heart was broken. She was the one to carry all the pain at once—all the pain you’ve been through in the past, she lived all at once thanks to you.
In Japan, broken objects are often repaired with gold. The flaw is seen as a unique piece of the object’s history, which adds to its beauty.
She could’ve been the very gold for your heart if you gave her the chance. She could’ve patched it together with her love.
Assustava-se sempre que ela se aproximava demasiado de si. You couldn’t keep the distance forever. She proved to you she was different, but you still fought back as if she were your worst enemy.
You made her feel like she was doing something bad when in fact she was only loving you. You made her feel like she was to blame for how the things are between the two of you—it was never you.
She didn’t deserve to be called only when you were drunk. She didn’t deserve all those after-tequila calls followed by you admitting you care.
You could’ve manned up and said all those things while you were sober. You could’ve come to her straightforward instead of letting the alcohol speak out of you.
She didn’t deserve to be lied to. You lied that everything was fine and you lied when you said ‘it was nothing’.
It was everything, but you didn’t let her see the real you, the raw you. You chickened out.
She didn’t deserve to be hurt first before you got hurt. You shouldn’t have seen your relationship with her as a competition—you wouldn’t’ve gotten out as a loser, but you were too blind to see it.
Então, escolheste ser o predador só para evitar que te tornasses a presa.
Her only sin was falling for an emotionally broken man. But she didn’t know you were unavailable.
Ela sabia que estavas danificado e escolheu amar-te apesar da tua fragilidade, danos e defeitos. E o que é que ela recebeu em troca? Bem, ela ficou destroçada.
She deserved a chance, just a small try, even the tiniest effort would’ve done the cham. You should’ve given ‘you’ at least one chance, but a real one.
Ela gostava mesmo de si. Ela estava disposta a correr riscos. Ela estava pronta para se apaixonar por ti.
E ela apaixonou-se por ti. Mas em vez de a apanhar, deixou-a cair de cara no chão.
She didn’t deserve the hell you’ve put her through. She didn’t deserve to be led on for months and then be left empty-handed.
She didn’t deserve all the empty promises you made, she didn’t deserve to be led into believing you two had a future while you were only using her to feel better, to feed your insecurities and to not be alone.
Instead of using her and pushing her away, you should’ve let her in. She’d help you heal.
She’d show you that there is more to love and life than you’ve already seen. She’d loved you the right way. But you were too guarded and too selfish to do that.
Agora fizeste-lhe tudo o que te foi feito a ti. Como é que se sente ao fazer o mesmo mal que lhe foi feito a si?
Don’t blame it on your past or the hell you’ve been through. Because you could’ve made it, if you only gave her a chance.
Partiu uma boa rapariga and, darling, this one’s on you.
