I want to be someone’s favorite person. I want someone to wake up thinking about me. I want someone to be excited to text me to say good morning. I want someone to melt when they see me. I want someone to wrap me in their arms and never want to let go. I want someone to kiss me softly and look at me like I’m their entire world. I just want to mean something to someone and I want someone to mean something to me.
Algún día voy a irme. Cambiaré mi imagen, cambiaré mi número telefónico, borraré mis cuentas sociales. Y me iré aun lugar donde nadie me conozca. A un lugar donde pueda empezar de cero. A un lugar donde mi pasado no me conecte con nada a mi alrededor.