Changes

I was once very dear to you. Someone you used to love and be very gentle with. Someone whose words would be heard and taken seriously by you. Someone who, probably, meant everything to you.

But as time goes by, feelings change. I'm no longer your life. I'm no longer treated the way you used to. I'm no longer your princess.

And now what is left is two people sharing the same house, not talking, not breathing each other's scents. Two people who are no longer passionate. Two people whose hearts no longer beat for each other.

I love you. I still love you a lot. I will always love you regardless. Is just we are no longer the same persons as we first melted our lips together.

Death

Looking at the flowers who were once so "young" and ready to blossom, now almost at the end of their lives, reminds me of my avó, my unique lovely grandma. I can still remember the night when we were all at the hospital, looking at the fragile thin body breathing through the oxygen aids. As the doctor went in to check again and tell us that avó is extremely weak and might not be able to stay for too long, my heart dropped. And when I saw the heart beat going down until it reached 0 it broke my heart into pieces. My eyes, already filled with tears, just cried out an endless ocean. Seeing someone you love tremendously, lying in bed and slowly departing in front of your eyes, hurts. Hurts so much, so much, so much. The pain will never vanish, because that person was once and still is my beloved avó, and it doesn't matter how many days, months, years have passed, the pain is still here. Right here tingling my heart, pulling out tears from my soul.

Bloody Friday Morning

 Don't always blame the problem on me. If you didn't trigger me unnecessarily I wouldn't be in a mood. You know my temper, you know how stressed I am (oh I'm sorry, I forgot you're the only one who can be stressed, whereas I'm not allowed to, 'cause according to you, I don't do shits, I'm not a boss, I'm just a public servant, I don't even need to take care of my baby 24x7 'cause my mom helps me out, so I must be the only one stress-free). Why do you always have to act as in this relationship I'm the only one causing anger?! You must be a saint then. A very stubborn, machist, childish and exaggerated saint. At least I admit my own fucking problems. But you? You just don't see the picture. Either you can't see or simply refuse to. Well, that's a problem now. I'm not saying you gotta apologise now and say it's all your fault. I'm saying you have to acknowledge you have downsides too. Learn to admit you can be a fucking irritating ass as well. Only because you are the baby prince at your home doesn't mean you can't be a proper grown up outside that shell. Oh and learn to appreciate more your wife 'cause you'll NEVER EVER experience the pain she went through while giving birth to the lovely baby girl you have part in. If you think buying me some expensive stuff means you don't have to pay extra care or love to me, then you're wrong. Fucking wrong. I'm the mother of our child. And no one, no bloody one, except my mom, knows how much I went through. So you better shut your gob before you call me crazy or tell me to go see a psychiatrist. If I had to go, I would definitely drag you along with me. 'Cause you ain't that innocent in these anger problems we have, together. Yes, together. TOGETHER.