Or at least I do

So many times you told me to be careful with you, so many times you told me that you didn't want me to hurt you, that you had been hurt enough.
The problem was that I forgot to tell you to be careful with me, that I had already been hit so many times and that one more would cause me to lose faith.
You hurt in such an inexplicable way, being the same way you decided to leave, leaving me with so many doubts and fears.
You said you loved me, but as I said that day, “don't say what you don't mean”, but apparently you ignored it.
I never wanted to saturate you, tire you, make you angry or annoy you, as you said I did. According to me it was my way of showing you affection.
That house where you ran me off, where you told me that my anxiety attacks were to “get your attention”, where you yelled at me like crazy and where one previous day you talked to me as if I was your vile whore and not your girlfriend....

It hurts so much that I don't know where the beautiful moments that we were forging together were left.

Or at least I do.
Now, now I'm here that I can't with my disappointment realizing that I wanted to do so many things with you and you just gave me for my side, but you never really dreamed them with me.
I am so sorry I made you spend a bad weekend, the same weekend I had intended to spend with you to celebrate your birthday and invite you on vacation to a spontaneous place.
I am so sorry I loved you so much, I am so sorry I hurt you so much and I am even more sorry I wasted your time, I can never be what I pretend to be; in this case the best person you would ever meet in your life and that would cause you to not want to meet anymore.
We grieve so much.

Photographers: Bernardo Aldana