Em 2025, prometo deixar-te ir

O Ano Novo é uma oportunidade para começar as coisas de forma limpa e fresca. Uma altura para resoluções de Ano Novo e novas promessas.

But this year, I won’t be making any special resolutions. And I won’t be making any promises to others, only to myself.

Este ano, prometo finalmente deixar-te ir. Deixar-te no passado, onde pertences, e virar uma nova página da minha vida.

In 2025, I promise that I’ll stop missing you and that I’ll learn how to live without you. That you’ll stop being the first thing that goes through my mind when I wake up and the last image I see when I am trying to go to sleep.

I promise that I’ll stop looking at our old photos and that I’ll stop replaying the songs that remind me of you. I promise myself that I won’t be rereading your old texts, wishing for those good times to come back. That I’ll block your number, unfollow all of your social media accounts, delete all of our pictures and throw away all of your stuff.

In 2025, I’ll stop waiting for you to come crawling back and I’ll finally understand that I am better off without you. I’ll stop putting my life on hold, while you are somewhere out there, living yours, as if I never existed.

I’ll stop hoping that it’s you calling me every time I hear my phone ring and I’ll stop expecting you to show up at my doorstep, telling me that you’ve realized your mistake and that you can’t live without me. Telling me that you’ve finally seen what you lost and that I am the only one you could ever love.

I promise to stop waiting for you to come to your senses and to get your shit together and I’ll accept that you’ll always remain the same insensitive jerk you’ve always been.

Prometo deixar de esperar que assumas a responsabilidade pelos teus actos e que me dês o fim que procuro desesperadamente. Para me dares as desculpas que nunca recebi e para me assegurares que sou importante.

Next year, there won’t be any more of those horrible, sleepless nights in which I think about all the things that went on and about everything that could have been of us. There won’t be anymore crying over the things we didn’t accomplish and any more wondering why you left me just like that.

Este ano, prometo encontrar a força para perdoar. Prometo perdoar-te por toda a dor que me causaste, mesmo que nunca me tenhas pedido. Prometo livrar-me de todos os rancores e ressentimentos e libertar-me de ti.

Mas, acima de tudo, em 2025, Perdoar-me-ei por te amar. For trusting that you’d stay by my side until the end of time, for making excuses for your shitty behavior just so I could keep on loving you and for justifying your every move.

I will forgive myself for being a fool who thought you could change and for wasting so much time on someone who never deserved me. For giving you so many second chances and for hoping that eventually, you’d get on the right track.

Em 2025, estou a deixar-te ir. Estou a libertar-me de todas as nossas memórias e de todas as o seu potencial. Estou a deixar de lado as minhas esperanças de que alguma vez te pudesse consertar ou salvar e estou finalmente a aceitar a dura verdade de que nunca estivemos destinados a ser.

Este ano, prometo que vou desistir de ti e seguir em frente com a minha vida. Este ano, estou a dizer-te o meu último adeus e estou a apagar-te do meu coração e da minha mente.

In 2025, I will be strong enough to save myself from loving you. I am taking off my rose-tinted glasses and I am seeing you for who you’ve always been and myself as the person I was before you entered my life and before you shattered my heart.

É por isso que Prometo amar-me a mim próprio mais do que alguma vez te amei. Apreciar-me e respeitar-me o suficiente para nunca mais te deixar entrar e para deixar de me agarrar a ti.

Em 2025, prometo encontrar a coragem para curar o meu coração partido e para me salvar.