Letting you go

To let go doesn't mean to stop caring;
It means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off...
It's the realization that I can't control another...
To let go is not to enable,
but to allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try and change or blame another,
I can only change myself.
To let go is not to care for, but to care about.
To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their own outcomes.
To let go is not to be protective,
It is to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny, but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue,
but to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish the moment.
To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and love more.

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Maldito vacío, ya ni si quiera me deja escribir. Pensaba que las palabras serían lo único que siempre me quedaría, pero tu me has robado hasta eso. Me dijiste que el amor era bueno, que allá donde hubiera amor todo sería mejor. Pero mírame, lo único que me ha traído amarte ha sido dolor, sufrimiento. Sufro por no poder tenerte a mi lado. Por verte al otro lado de la maldita pantalla y no poder tocarte.

Muchas veces pienso que todo hubiera sido mucho mejor si nunca te hubiera conocido. No se si realmente existe el destino, pero si existe... ¿por qué te puso en mi camino?¿a caso no he sufrido suficiente?

Ni aún queriéndolo conseguimos separarnos. Los años no volvieron a unir. Irónicamente, la distancia que intentamos poner entre nosotros nos hizo reencontrarnos. A si que, dime, si no está en mi mano, ¿en mano de quien esta poder alejarme de ti? Porque yo así no puedo vivir...

Real love

Once someone asked me if I was sure about my feelings. If I knew what real love was like. This person told me you know you love someone when you want to wake up next to him/her everyday. When you want to expend the rest of your life with this person. She told me that no matter how he/she looked, if you really loved him/her you would always see them as the most beautiful person ever. No matter if she was just woken up, if he was sneezing and with a flue, you would always see their beauty.

But she didn't told me how it hurted, when you want to expend all the nights with him or wake up next to him in the mornings and you couldn't. She should have told me how much it hurted. She should have told me love meant pain too. But I guess she already knew that...