"When nostalgia invades me on those lonely Sunday afternoons, I can not help but wonder
What would I have said to you that day, knowing it was the last time I would see you?
Would I confessed that I loved you with all my soul? That, in spite of how hateful and carelessness I sometimes was with you, I care too much about you? Or would I just have held you tightly, seized by so many feelings that I accumulated during that last couple of years?
But above all I wonder if my actions have changed anything? Because I know you never held any grudges against me. That just was not you ... No ... you gave me your usual peaceful smile and gently took my hand, saying goodbye.
Although, of course, I still did not know that."

"Cuando la nostalgia me invade en esas solitarias tardes de domingo, no puedo evitar preguntarme
¿Qué te habría dicho aquel día, de saber que era la último que te veía?
¿Te habría confesado que te quería con toda mi alma? ¿Que, a pesar de lo odiosa y displicente que era a veces contigo, me importabas demasiado? ¿O tan sólo me habría limitado a abrazarte con fuerza, embargada por tantos sentimientos que acumulé durante ese último par de años?
Pero sobre todo me pregunto ¿habrían mis acciones cambiado algo? Porque sé que nunca guardaste ningún rencor contra mi. Eso simplemente no iba contigo... No... me regalaste tu sonrisa pacífica de siempre y tomaste suavemente mi mano, despidiéndote. Aunque, por supuesto, eso yo aún no lo sabía".

#ABGirl