Te van a criticar por todo, tú sigue diciendo “literal” por todo aunque no sea literal.
“It was comical, almost; the way I clung to you despite the reasons I had not to. Entertaining how I jumped at every chance to see you, touch you, talk to you. Sitting curled up in your arms, I was myself, all bare for you to see. I could fall asleep and start dreaming and I would still be there with you. Your crooked smile made the butterflies in my stomach awake and flutter against my ribcage, pushing me closer to you until our lips could brush together. Except, it wasn’t a relationship. It wasn’t even an almost relationship. How can your eyes look so full when they’re not looking past my skin? How can your touch feel so homey when it’s only groping to get under my shirt? How could I believe that we were an almost, when we were never almost anything?”— sandshack, writing prompt #67: write about the almost relationship, which broke your heart
