The last few days been decisive. There's something about your eyes that don't affect me anymore. actually, they don't attract me, they just push me away.

Do you look at him and think of how sacrifying it was for you to get here? You coexisted with wolves, slept in wet blankets, drank brackish waters, all for you to be here? I remember looking for love in every stranger and passing my fingertips through every skin just to see if it felt a little like his, and today I don't even desire it anymore.

Everything is different now. I don't romanticize most of things that happen. I don't even want to know where he is or who he's with. I wish you get your own way to go home, drunk, alone at the middle of the night. It is even an aversion