I remembered how busy I was asking for someone and worrying about how did life went the way they didn’t expect. I was busy building down the broken wall of their systems without noticing how my heart was left with an emotionless void. But I couldn’t remember when was the last time someone asked me the same way I did for them. It’s actually hard the moment you’ll realize they only need you when they couldn’t find themselves.

They cried, and I listened. I wept, but they never tried understanding me. So darling, I would just tell myself:

This time, only the onions would make me cry again.

– El

I once cried
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