Alexis Maldonado✧~🍡'

I met you in high school. It seemed like we were destined to be together; everything was beautiful, almost perfect. We shared wonderful experiences: our first kiss, our first date, we slept together. I met your parents and you met mine. Everything was incredibly beautiful.

Except there was one big difference: you wanted to start a family, live a quiet life… and I wanted anything but that. But the truth is, nothing was ever enough for you. I could have given you the moon, and you still would have said, “You don’t love me.” “Why do you think that?” I asked. “Your eyes… I see it in your eyes,” you replied.

Carl Jung said, "Normality is the ultimate goal of the failure." I suppose that was the big difference, what ultimately separated us.

I traveled, I met people, I experienced things. It was fascinating. It is fascinating.

I graduated as a language teacher, and in my free time, I was a streamer. Many complain about the teaching profession, but few talk about the biggest perk: vacations. While my friends were taking on tons of responsibilities, I was enjoying my single life.

One day, as I was leaving work, one of my best students gave me a gift. No one had ever given me anything before. I followed him to thank him, and when I looked more closely, I saw you. His mother… that was you.

You looked so happy. Something I never had the courage to admit is that you were right: I didn't love you enough. The thought of a lifetime with you filled me with fear. But I did love you… and I still do. I missed you every single day. You were always in my thoughts. You interrupted my nights, even when I was with others. You left a void.

Nervously, I took steps toward you. You were smiling. My heart raced; it was a feeling I hadn't had since the first day I met you.
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