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(Porque no vale la pena) Let go of your life +Deja que se vaya el de tu vida) That the wounds that this time did you harm and what harm are closed Que se cierren las heridas que esta vez te hicieron mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let it be apart of your story Deja que se aparte de tu historia A stain on your memory of a love that hurt you and how bad Un mancha en tu memoria de un amor que te hizo mal y que mal (bad and bad) (Mal y que mal) Let other kisses make you fall in love Deja que otros besos te enamoren Someone else bring you flowers Que alguien más te lleve flores There are more than a million loves Hay más de un millón de amores that they want to conquer you Que te quie

I intend to keep that promise. "MI amor, I dont know if you can hear me, but follow the sound of my voice. Come back to us. Please, please come back to us. I love, honor, and cherish you so much. I will love you through anything and everything, in poverty as in wealth, in sorrow as in joy, and will be true to you by Goddess' grace, trusting in her. I value you in my life as a precious gift. My love, my light, my luna, please. Please come back.

I dialed her two more times before she finally answered. “I’m so sorry, Amani. I had no idea what you were going through. I love you and I don’t want you to die. You are my twin. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I am right here.” “Are you done?” I heard Amani ask with a snarky voice. “I’m so sorry—“ “Oh, please!” she interrupted. “Hahaha! Don’t tell me you fell for it too. I should really venture into acting.”

"Hi, Amara. How are you? I'm sorry if I came on too strong last night. I am so glad that you reached out." "No, don't you ever think that way. I would never think of you like that. Okay?" "Of course, you can come back here anytime you want." "No, thank you for giving me another chance. I honestly thought that I scared you away for good." "Thank you, and see you soon. Alright?"

A single tear escapes from her eye and she wipes it away in an instant . " You're not coming back again . Are you ? " I was trying hard to keep a smooth voice but I couldn't help it from cracking . After all these years of wishing I had a mother , I found her but I'm not destined to have one . She'll leave again won't she ? She takes a pause . " I think I'll get through to him someday . Until then .. " She gives me her phone with a small breath . I gladly take it and type in my number .

I snapped furiously. "Orokana kotoba ni, mimigakikoenai," Amaya pronounced with a big smile, looking at Bianca. "Questo significa che non bisogna ascoltare le parole stupide, quindi ti consiglio che se hai intenzione di chiamarmi semplice, fallo con classe... E come dice mia moglie, dovresti rispettare, io e te non ci conosciamo, quindi mettiti al tuo posto."

Sister Amelia took her hand in between hers and squeezed it to comfort her. "My dear, trust me everything is going to be fine. It's just a matter of time, life goes on. You'll feel better after some days but I'll be honest, you're going to miss your child alot. Which every mother does when departed, because it's not just a child for her but a part of her flesh and it's not possible for her to accept the separation when he's alive" she pulled her into a hug and patted her back as Ruby let the tears fall and sank deep in the cotton shirt of sister Amelia, not that she minded. "You're just going to be alright, just believe in the miracles of god. One who do wrong, can never expect a decent life

Never Again 🌷 “Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.

"Clean up. And get me another. I'm still hungry." Because tomorrow, Amara would break. Would beg. Would finally be mine. And I couldn't wait.

I cannot abandon Amani and be responsible for his death. “Vai, amore mio e salva te stesso. [Go, my love, and save yourself.]” Amani speaks to me in Italian. “Ricordati di me e proteggi la mia eredita. [Remember me and protect my legacy.]” Oh, my gawd... That’s right… “He has a son D. We can’t leave him here to die,” I whisper quickly, being reminded of my own pain that had held me as its prisoner while my father spent time behind bars.