I read once or twice that we each have a fixed number of tears for every person that we love. Well, I think I cried for you the tears that were for my next guy and the one after him too. You always have to win right? You know me well, I’m either sweet or sour, black or white, but I’ll be never anything in between. I loved you, with all the inexplicable reasons I found, I did. I loved you. But one day I had enough. I grew sick of the mornings spent telling myself to be strong and let you go. So I finally did. You were clear one night, maybe you were clear thousands of nights but, that one in particular, just before the year’s end. I heard the reality, it was screaming at me the whole time, but I was deaf. I said goodbye looking to the sky, because that’s the only place we both shared then, being 100,000 km away. I really thought it was you, so I’m disappointed with myself for not being able to make you believe it.

I know this letter is dramatic, and I know you hate it. But I wrote the letter in English as you asked. So finish the damn letter. Maybe one day, out of curiosity, you will read all the old letters and you will know how much this woman used to love you. And even you make me feel like my hand isn’t worth holding and my lips aren’t worth tasting, I’m still wishing you can see yourself thought my eyes.

  I miss my best friend, but everyday a little bit less.

Ps: The comfort zone is a peaceful place but nothing amazing grows there. So, as I said before, don’t you dare to conform to a woman who loves you with less magic and passion than me.