"And in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make" they say.
This was said to me, I believe, to be a comfort, and maybe it's true that, for all the love I felt, just as much was felt in return.
But, that only increases my sense of loss -- as though it were wished of me, and came true: "Ojalá que te mueras que todo tu mundo se quede vacio" -- even though, I know that it is "for myself that I cry".
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