Estoy… I am…

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I feel my eyes swell up, as a drop falls on the sheet of paper I’m writing on. I feel like crying, like pouring out everything I’ve accumulated inside. Everything I’ve been keeping inside over time.
Before, I didn’t even have the strength to cry, I was terrified that you would suddenly come back and find me in such a pathetic state.
Even though I knew you weren’t coming back, my heart for you was still beating strong, loud and clear, pumping blood in gushes, collapsing the veins and
arteries. They had to bleed me on the outside so as not to drown me with love on the inside.