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Cuando no quería

Lo siento corazón, la vida es así. Es lo primero que te diría cuando tuviera que enfrentar la inevitable pregunta que el destino no tardará en formular. Y es que algo pasó en el camino, que me ayudaste a recorrer, y en alguna parte quedó todo mi cariño. Tal vez en un absurdo pozo que exige más de mí que la luz que puede otorgarme. Y es que en el juego de suposiciones no entenderías por qué el absurdo invade lo que siento y enfrentaré la tristeza de tus ojos, o la rabia de tus palabras. Pero corazón, no tengo otra cosa que responder.


Y es que esas sonrisas de todos los días, la confianza, los abrazos, los tranquilos instantes que te esfuerzas por regalar se pierden en la sombra de un anhelo de un pasado que no será parte de mi futuro. No lo entiendo, pero es así. Es injusto pero lo sería aún más si tratara de fingir algo que no pasa. Lo siento corazón, la vida es así.


Y cuando quise quererte algo había cambiado tanto que no supe qué fue.

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