Nuestra Historia

I still remember the day we started talking.

I can’t remember all the details, but I remember the sensation.

It was something I can’t describe with the simple phrases of the human language.

Those beings that created language didn’t create the words that describe what I feel in my darkest thoughts.

Unfortunately, the love I feel is intertwined with the anger and the passion and bitterness I feel every time I try to accept the inevitable.

Our story...

there’s no “our.”

“Nunca fue mi intención que esta historia llegará a ser aquella que se cuenta con un cigarro en la mano y una botella de alcohol en la otra.”

-my self between dusk and dawn