I'm sick of...

 Estoy harta de tener que seguir conociéndote, de sentir que he pasado estos últimos meses junto a un completo extraño. ¿Cuentan a estas alturas las mentiras por omisión? I said the other day that I am missing you in a very mature way and I am, but it's more than that. It's me talking to him for an hour and not being able to talk to you for ten minutes straight. It's me not knowing what to tell you, and you not knowing what to tell me. It's us boring each other to death. Because you pretend to be interested and I try to be but we're not. The only thing in common that we have is the life we were trying to build together and that's taken away. And I just can't wait to see you but if I don't it's gonna be okay. This studio was never yours, it was never ours. It was just mine with sparkles of your presence, like a traveller passing by. I don't miss you. Echo de menos alguien con quien hablar, con quien hacer el amor, con quien compartir la comida porque no sé cocinar para uno. Pero no echo de menos tus conversaciones, tus ideas, mi absoluta inseguridad a tu alrededor. Me siento mejor ahora, siendo ajena a todo, sabiendo que puedes ponerme los cuernos cualquier noche, me da igual. Me da igual si hablas con ellas, si les dices baby por la noche o si les mandas fotos eróticas, me da igual. Tenía la intención de intentarlo pero teniendo en cuenta el éxito de la última vez creo que me puedo quedar con mis fotos. O del simple "what are you wearing?". I'm just not in the mood anymore. It is actually quite sad, quite naive. I really thought you could teach me something new, but you are so lost in yourself that you will never see anything beyond your nose. The thing that you like about me the most is the effort that I put in making you fall in love with me? In fucking seducing you? You have no idea, and after all this time you just don't get it. I didn't make you fall in love with me, you fell in love with me because I was in love with you and I was giving you all my attention, because I just wanted to know you. And I deserve more than that. And you deserve to love someone for who they are, not the attention they pay to you, like the ones you've told me about. You know, deep down, why it bothers me so much that you talk about them? It took you so little time, just hours even to feel something for them, to love them. How can you expect me to not compare when there's this group of people that you fell for in a matter of days whilst it took you over a month to just start noticing me?¿Cómo pretendes que me de igual? Y ahora otro campamento con muchachas guapas de Europa del Este a tu disposición. Simplemente estoy un poco harta de esperar a que me pongas los cuernos.