The day you left, you left a deep void in my heart, a great pain that I will never be able to heal. Tell me, why did you leave and abandon me? You left with someone else, and I was left with my pain. While I work hard, you have fun at my expense, behind my back. All I have left is the company of my dear, adored, and precious furry friend, my peludete, who is my comfort, my refuge.
That being is the one who will console me, the one who will never be unfaithful to me in this hell called life. Oh, love, why did you leave? Why did you fail me? What does she have that I don't? Perhaps I know what she has: time, dedication, and ease of being with my man. My ease is not like that. Life can be too hard on us sometimes.
If you left and didn't have the capacity to wait for a beautiful woman like me, you don't deserve me. Go and stay with your trash, because that's what you are for having left me, for having forgotten me, and for having deceived me behind my back.
The rose you left me, look, it's here, petrified. I still keep it, but every time I see it, I feel like tearing it apart and throwing it into the void. But tell me, what fault does the poor, fragile, and innocent little flower have? None.
So, I still keep it, thinking about its lack of guilt in your damned decisions. You're a heartless bastard who left my soul shattered, without the will to live for a while, without the desire to move forward, without the desire to live, without the desire to start a new relationship.
Because all men are the same, and if one does something like that, the rest will do it too. So, go to hell, damned one, disappear from my life, which is a hell while you fade away like dust in the infinite.
This is not my story; it's the story of my poor and shattered creature, whom I had to console on rainy days. My friend, the sun will shine soon, and we'll all be fine. Thanks for visiting, and remember, this is original content, including photos. English traduction using traductor.
