Natalia Vela

the answer is the same.

I can’t figure out which hurt more: loving you or missing you.

How do you explain something to someone else that you don’t fully understand yourself?

I miss you. He’s everything you are not, and I hate you, I hate you so very much.

I know I love you because what I feel for you sometimes is too much for my body to hold.

It does not matter how it begins. The ending is always the same.

I remember the first time my body tried to tell me something.

there’s so many sunrises and sunsets i didn’t get to see you in.

You can’t live the life you owe yourself without living it loudly, boldly, and without apology.

i know this story better than you think you do.

I woke up today in a world where you’re no longer even a text away.

I am tempted by things I know can only end badly.