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Te quiero. No te rindas.

You will forget who you are. That’s the scariest part. But then, slowly, you’ll remember. You’ll remember that you love yellow flowers. That you laugh too loud at your own jokes. That you’re afraid of flying but you love airports because of the possibilities. Libro Querido Yo Vamos A Estar Bien

But that younger self had still picked up a pen. Te quiero

I won’t lie. There’s more hard. There’s a day when you’ll pack your things into your car because someone you loved more than yourself will say “I don’t love you anymore.” You’ll drive for three hours without music, just the sound of your own ragged breathing. That’s the scariest part

She remembered writing it. It was three in the morning. She had just finished the last of a cheap bottle of wine, her mascara tracing dark rivers down her cheeks. She had stared at her reflection in the fogged bathroom mirror, disgusted and exhausted. That younger version of herself had no idea that worse was coming. She didn’t know about the miscarriage at twenty-eight. Or the divorce at thirty. Or the panic attacks that would start in grocery stores, making her feel like the fluorescent lights were screaming.

There’s a Tuesday. You won’t know it’s coming. You’ll be buying bread, and the cashier will say, “Have a nice day,” and you’ll realize—you mean it when you say, “You too.” Not just the words. The feeling. That’s the day you’ll know.