Why did I get so desperate to please you and see you again?
I know that pushed you to not even consider smiling at me, or wrapping your pearly arms around my waist.
I fell out of control on my way, but it was a choice to fight and strive for the sake of your love.
I got a little too scared because, in honesty, I tell you that your love is neither an impossible storm of objections, nor the din of an avoidant attachment, or the injury of your traumatic romantic history.
In plain, you did not love me, nor will you love me
A de amor, B de besos, C de cariño, Q de qulo.
A veces sí, a veces no, a besos siempre.
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