"Siempre quejándote de todo y a la vez fingiendo no darle importancia a nada, vives de esperanza pero no sabes ni qué esperas."
"You only missed my voice
when nobody else called you."
"We are like water, aren’t we? We can be fluid, flexible when we have to be. But strong and destructive, too. And something else, I think to myself. Like water, we mostly follow the path of least resistance."
"You are the boy who cut off his wings. You never cried. You always believed that it is beautiful to be the caged bird. No matter how hard I tried, I still wrote about you. I remember the symptoms: A burn. Red ears and scorching fingertips—words oozing and I couldn’t stop myself. Next I would tell everyone that I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. (Rinse and repeat.) I miss you."
"If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring."
"And I learned ‘You deserve better’
was sometimes no more
than a synonym for ‘I don’t want to hurt you,
and I want you to be happy,
but I don’t love you anymore."