Epiphany
Sometimes admiting something to yourself makes the world of a difference.
Sometimes you fight for months and months thinking you possibly couldn't feel something that you actually do.
Sometimes, you lie to yourself, saying it's not possible for you to feel what you feel.
And, then?
Your actions speak for themselves.
You crying. Your longing. Your feelings. Feelings so intense, they begin to affect your normal life.
What you thought was influencing you to feel this way was never an influence to begin with. It was there the whole time, all by itself.
I thought it would never happen to me.
And, it did. It finally did.
And admitting it to myself made the world of a difference.
Donde estaras? Donde, donde estaras que no te encuentro hasta ahora?
o_O
Sometimes you fight for months and months thinking you possibly couldn't feel something that you actually do.
Sometimes, you lie to yourself, saying it's not possible for you to feel what you feel.
And, then?
Your actions speak for themselves.
You crying. Your longing. Your feelings. Feelings so intense, they begin to affect your normal life.
What you thought was influencing you to feel this way was never an influence to begin with. It was there the whole time, all by itself.
I thought it would never happen to me.
And, it did. It finally did.
And admitting it to myself made the world of a difference.
Donde estaras? Donde, donde estaras que no te encuentro hasta ahora?
o_O