Pensei que nunca me sentiria assim, que tinha tudo sob controlo, mas aqui estou eu dividida entre o meu amor-pr\u00f3prio e o amor por ti. Luto todos os dias com todas estas emo\u00e7\u00f5es que est\u00e3o dentro de mim. Num momento, quero-te tanto e noutro, odeio-me por ainda te amar. Todas as mem\u00f3rias que tivemos juntos v\u00eam-me \u00e0 cabe\u00e7a e, por um segundo, sinto-me bem, amado e respeitado.<\/p>\n
Mas depois, num piscar de olhos, v\u00eam os pensamentos negros, aqueles que me fazem chorar at\u00e9 adormecer e solu\u00e7ar.<\/strong> <\/em>And I feel like a piece of shit. I feel like I can\u2019t live anymore after all that has happened to me. I can\u2019t but think if I ever was enough to you. It is impossible to spend so much time with someone you loved and then to rip him out of your heart in a second. It is impossible to forget and move on. At least for me. I know I shouldn\u2019t be thinking about you and coming back to you, but I still do. And God, I can\u2019t explain how much I hate myself for feeling this way.<\/p>\n Porque mesmo que me tenhas magoado como ningu\u00e9m, continuo a amar-te. Continuo a querer-te por perto.<\/strong><\/em> Your hands can still calm me and your kisses can heal every wound that I have. And I hate that you have so much power over me. I hate that I can\u2019t take my life back. I hate that I don\u2019t have control over everything again. But I am aware of the fact that the heart is not something that can be controlled. It will stop loving you where the right time comes. But until then, I will feel this way. I will feel like nothing, like a person without any value, like someone who doesn\u2019t have any purpose in this world. And the only person guilty for that is you!<\/p>\n TU, TU, TU! Tu \u00e9s a causa de todos os meus medos.<\/strong> \u00c9 culpado de me partir o cora\u00e7\u00e3o e de me fazer sentir assim.<\/strong><\/em> And even if you see me hurting like this, you have no mercy. You don\u2019t care about me at all and you don\u2019t want me close anymore. For you, love is not a saintly thing like it is for me. But unfortunately, I realized that too late. I realized that when my heart was already broken. And I know it will take a long time for me to recover. Because love like this doesn\u2019t happen every day. It happens only once in a lifetime. But too bad it was not real. Too bad that we couldn\u2019t last and too bad that you never loved me like I loved you.<\/p>\n