You see, it's the people you know--really, really know--that end up hurting you in the end. It is because you build this great bond with someone that eventually, when you have to let go, it hurts like a motherfucker and it's something that stays with you. Forever.
I wish I could just close that chapter of my book, but the damn page is always sticking out. Old memories never really fade away, they just get buried, and resurface when you least expect it. Like the past, it always finds a way to reach back to you, and bite you in the ass.
Por esto prefiero ahora estar solo. Aunque sea en soledad, me encuentro a mi mismo. Y a nadie mas.