🌹💚There is a precise moment...

🌹💚There is a precise moment in which the

people stop being there for me.

When I feel they can hurt me or have done it to me.

When I realize that my tranquility depends on one of their gestures and, 

perhaps, 

I have spent whole days thinking about words that I did not think I would listen to.

When they make you believe they love you, 

but then they live by treating you as if

your presence made no difference.

Here, 

I don't know what happens to me but little by little, 

these people in here

I lose them.

It is not that I forget them, 

nor do I hold a grudge.

I simply lose them... 

💚💖💗💕💓💘💞💝