I don’t feel the way I used to, the sky is grey much more than it is blue, those were the words that started this. When I felt that I was getting less sad than happy, when I started missing less than I used to.
when I started to forgive more for what it couldn’t happen, I started to understand that my happiness could not rely on anything nor anyone but myself.
When the darkness fades away and you start to going out more, until you find the right person to be with, no hassle, no struggle, no anxiety, only peace between my hands and my heart.
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Juan Manuel
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