The keyword of the week (Smile by @gertu) || Trust me
Missing you became a slow death for me. Those two weeks, which you promised to take to come back, exceeded eight; without a clear certainty of seeing you again, hope vanished.
Before you left, the long calls and the continuous messages to know about each other when at every moment, made me believe that we were indispensable: two halves of one. That didn't exist; everything changed abruptly from the moment you left. Without understanding why, that dream in which I thought I lived turned into a nightmare that gave no respite; a continuous agony.
All those unanswered calls and messages made me fall into despair. You swore you loved me and, blindly, I believed you; you looked so sincere when you said it that, in your eyes, there were no lies: it was the look of a woman in love.
The voice of the man who, in the background, was heard to say "Hurry up! We'll be late" on our last call gave rise to so much conjecture that I refused to believe; he loved you madly, he was in love. “It's no one important, just someone from work”, you assured me. I chose to believe, so blind; a deluded fool.
I closed my eyes and the freckles on your face, I could count them in my mind. I dreamed of your clear eyes looking at me the way you always did. I imagined your brown curls sleeping next to me and felt touching your soft skin just thinking about it; kissing your lips was what I longed for most when I remembered you, Valeria. I felt so depressed that I even thought I was worthless; I was dying for you, for your absence.
I would have waited a lifetime if only you had tried; if only you had continued your theater and your lie. You were with someone else; I know that. It was hard for me to understand. Still, I know it's all my fault: from the beginning I should never have noticed you. “I'll explain when we meet again, trust me,” was the last message I read from you.
Mariana made me open my eyes and pulled me out of the depths in which I was drowning; she did not care how badly I had behaved with her. Her support and understanding came at the moment I needed them the most. Her friendship, simple and sincere, made me know her better.
The shared moments, the spontaneous conversations, the understanding and all the fun I had at her side, made me want more; we crossed the line. I never thought that she and I were so different, but at the same time so compatible. All that served me to calibrate the differences; I understood how much I had idealized you.
It was her black eyes, her light skin, her black and straight hair, along with her sweet smile and many more details, that gave me back my spring; they brought me back to life. I stopped thinking about you and I stopped dying.
You think you can come and justify yourself? How wrong you are! Do you have anything to say? Maybe I don't need to know! No, of course not, Valeria. You don't have anything I want anymore; don't come looking for me anymore, I'm not here for you anymore. Julian, please, can I explain? I don't want to know; I don't care anymore.
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I have seen people broken by heartbreak. And many novels, films, and theater plays are based precisely on this: on immortal love, which then dies on one side and leaves only misery on the other... Personally, I find the idea of being so dependent on another person, on their affection, on their presence, terrible. I certainly don't find breakups pleasant, but sometimes they are necessary; people evolve, and not always in the same direction together. Afterwards, you reflect and move on with your life. The memory remains...
Saludos amigo @weisser-rabe.
I totally agree. Heartbreak has given rise to many that manage to have significant impacts, because the feelings are reflected in the words. And well not all that glitters is gold, just as there are facades everywhere, there are also in love and that is why, in the end what must fall, does so by its own weight.
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¡Holaaa amigo!🤗
Cuanta melancolía en este relato... Te confieso que afloraste tanto mis sentimientos que, no podía dejar de imaginarme a ese chico destruído.
Te deseo mucho éxito en la dinámica... Un fuerte abrazo💚
A very intense and sad story, I am happy that it ends with a new awareness and hope for future life, some love stories can mark you forever 😥.
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It's not a nice feeling being betrayed like that.
Well written reflections, but with one paragraph I have "trouble":
Isn't it to be meant as:
"It was her black eyes, her light skin, her black and straight hair, along with her sweet smile and many more details, that gave me back my spring; they brought me back to life. I stopped thinking about you and I stopped dying."
Greetings dear Ty-ty. That is a translation error.
That paragraph refers to Mariana, and that thanks to her I stopped thinking about Valeria.
So that is how you interpreted it.
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The original text says "Sus" which refers to the third person (Mariana). "Tus" refers to the second person when speaking directly to someone, in this case Valeria.
Sus besos me hicieron olvidarte (this would be referring to Mariana - Valeria)
Tus besos me hicieron olvidarla (so it would be making reference to Valeria - Mariana)
Then the writing says:
Fueron sus ojos negros
(So it would be making reference to third person Mariana)
Fueron tus ojos negros
(So it would be making reference to second person Valeria, although she has light eyes)
But I don't understand why it comes out like this. In any case, it's the translator, my friend.
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I expected this to be a translation error.
So, you may consider proof reading the translations.
My friend, I edited the text you sent me in the comment. It was impossible for the Translator application to do it the right way.
Thank you very much.
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;-)
I am referring to the translator I used before publishing.
I have to think with your story that it is a very common occurrence. Loving and not being loved, being abandoned without just cause. A "see you later" that was not said until the moment of return, after so many tears shed.
They are sentimental situations that break the heart, that make us stronger, and sometimes I think they happen to better see the person we should choose; That person who will remain by our side, forever.