No hay música

 I am in a limbo again. I wonder between the possibilities, hearing and reading about contradictory points of view, asking myself what am I going to do, but at the same time not wanting to answer. The sky is grey today, it's cold and wet and there were people dancing in blue vests in the middle of the park, it looked like a cult. I should've told you that, right? But we are not talking, we haven't talked in over a day. I want to ask my mum if she speaks a lot with my dad when they are apart, to have some perspective. I have Ro's one of calling each other everyday, but I still think that's excessive. But if I ask her she will know something's wrong and I don't want to talk about it. So I don't know if this is a mature relationship or just one without passion. I mean, I would speak to you all the time, but I don't because I am pretty good at controlling myself and I don't want to end up like last year, with a bag full of yes and no. I tend to compare with the past but there's no point, I feel I'm at a different life point right now and nothing from before is valid.

I see the red flags and I am scared of them, I just feel everything is wrong, from the beginning it was wrong and I just decided I could fix everything, like always. I can get your attention, I can make you fall in love with me, I can learn to love you properly, I can make you want to be with me for the rest of our lives... but I forgot about being happy in the process. I forgot about the compatibilities and that maybe if we were fighting so much it meant something. If I always felt left out, ignored, and I had to be mean to catch your attention, maybe there was something definitely wrong.

Creo que, después de tanta reflexión y tanta tontería, toda esta situación podría definirse en dos sencillas frases: no hay música y mi instinto dice que aquí no es. There's no music and my instinct tells me it's not here. La música no deja de sonar cuando estoy sola, al igual que sonaba con frecuencia con ellos. Los grupos cambiaban, de Manel a Twenty One Pilots, pasando por Smash Mouth, Estopa y Fun, pero siempre estaba ahí. Cuando pongo música no te mueve nada y tú nunca pones música. Cuando bailo no me sigues la corriente. No tenemos grupos en común.

Exhausted

 It must mean something, mustn't it? If every time you leave I want to leave you.

At first, believe me, I was convinced it was just a way my brain was using to catch your attention since you were barely talking to me, so I tried to not think too much about it, not give it too much importance.

Then I thought "oh fuck, there's a pattern here, let's try to break it, let's try being mature and rational about it, he's just busy, he doesn't have wifi, he's not him and after three weeks of not answering you he will say he doesn't want to see you again, he only takes five hours to answer, not two days". "Only". 

Then I started listening to my guts and they were doing a demonstration trying to tell me to get the fuck out of there. That it doesn't make it right to take that much to answer without saying anything before just because there were people before that were even worse. That is not fair to justify not showing me off hanging to the "what they may say" and then post things that could make people talk even more. That I don't deserve to be temporary ghosted every time he leaves, having a good night and an I love you the first day and then barely nothing for the rest of the week.

And then, finally, I spoke to Ro. And I didn't tell her anything, but she started talking about her situation and I saw the similarities and I saw her trying to justify herself, clearly hurt by what Gigi did but saying she understands. And I realised the problem is not me, it's the society and how it has told us (women) to hang in there because is worth it. Because our man can be complicated but oh, isn't he nice when he's nice? Isn't he cute in his independence, but then he needs you like he needs a mother? 

So I am done justifying myself, saying "he's still learning, poor thing, he hasn't been in a proper relationship before", I am so done with that. Mostly because no one has ever said that about me. Isn't that curious? I have always known my stuff, how to handle things, how to cook, how to clean, what to say when my "man" needs fucking reassurance, but nobody wonders how I got here, how I got my heart broken over and over by men that didn't think I was worth it to hang in there for, how after months and years I was still the one adapting to the guy's needs, because they are always more important, because it's going to be easier to bend myself and shut up than trying to explain that I also need some fucking reassurance, some stability, because they wouldn't understand. I would be crazy, I would be in those days of the month, I would be lead by my hormones.

I am so done with all this fucking shit.

This is the last time that I will say these words

 Me miro en el espejo entre todas las fotos que he ido recopilando a lo largo de los meses. El pelo comenzando a encresparse, las clavículas siempre presentes, independientemente del peso, la forma rara que tiene mi boca en la unión entre el labio inferior y la barbilla. Te veo donde estoy, cada mañana en calzoncillos peinándote y con legañas aún en los ojos. Me veo desde la cocina mirándote mientras preparo el desayuno, día tras día, admirando tu belleza cambiante.

Cuando te fuiste te dije que tenía miedo de que volviéramos a pelearnos y tú lo solventaste con un simple "vamos a intentar romper el patrón", pero nada ha cambiado, ¿no? Tú sigues no contándome qué pasa en tu vida y no interesándote por la mía. Ya ni siquiera siento celos. No me da miedo que te acuestes con otra persona, me da miedo que esto sea todo a lo que podemos aspirar. Una vida simple, sin pasión, en la que en realidad no nos escuchamos. Una vida en la que algo tiene que pasar para que haya la suficiente iniciativa como para salir por ahí. Una vida en la que nos lo pasamos mejor cuando nos echamos de menos que cuando estamos juntos.

Esta vez no sé si te echo de menos, mucho menos si es de una forma madura o no. Vuelvo a hacer planes a medio plazo y no sé si te incluyen.

When am I going to learn from my mistakes? When am I going to be able to break the freaking pattern, since you are not doing it? I love you but... That it's just not enough. And the worst part is that I have my one year ago self screaming at my ear that what the fuck am I doing. Well, maybe not a year ago, a year ago I already knew how things worked with you, but maybe a year and a half ago. Anyway, she's there, looking at me with disapproval and telling me I will regret it. She doesn't know what I've been through with you, she still doesn't know about the lies and the yes and no as answers for months and the unknowledge of your situation around me. She just knows about your smile and how much she wants to rip off those clothes of yours. She wasn't in love with you yet, she was just sad, horny and destroyed. But I am not anymore, now I am angry at you for not even trying, for thinking that a "how's your weekend?" is gonna erase the fact that you have barely been in contact since you left. Again. But this time I am not going to tell you about it, this time I'm gonna let you enjoy while you can becase I'm afraid this is the end. I gave you an ultimatum, a last opportunity and you haven't taken it. And I am tired of myself trying to catch your attention by doing this. I don't need your attention that much. You will come and you will leave again and this time I don't want to see you again. I don't want to wait for you anymore, I am tired of waiting for something that is never going to happen. And I will be strong enough to keep my promise because you have to leave sooner or later and you actually don't have a ticket back, you don't even have to leave the keys. I am exhausted of trying to find something that should be there when obviously is not. I'm sure you will find someone that can love you the way you need to be loved and you will love them the way they want, but you just don't love me how I need right now to be loved. I want more. I need more than what you can offer me and it is not your fault. I just don't want to feel like this for another month. I don't think I can handle it.