Not Finished With Me Yet (pt III)

Amor Mio,

Have you ever read a fairy tale? How come it always ends with ‘happily ever after’? Who invented that stupid saying?

I don’t believe in fairy tales anymore. It’s hard to breathe when I think of you. Hard to think. Hard to be. I just want to melt into the ground and turn into water so that I can just run away become part of something bigger like a river so that I can be part of something that is beautiful and grand and holds secrets that us humans will never decipher.

I just want to be something else.

Really anything will do as long as it’s not me without you.

Tuya Siempre

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