"I..." she started, but her voice failed. Tears welled in her eyes, not of love, but of mourning—for the friend she was losing, for the history that was suddenly burning to ash.
Si estás pasando por una situación así, me encantaría ayudarte a profundizar. ¿Te gustaría que: este horrible deseo de amarte
"It is a sickness, Valentina. It is a burden. I look at you, and I don't just see my friend. I see the only person I have ever wanted. And it is... este horrible deseo de amarte ." ¿Te gustaría que: "It is a sickness, Valentina
No te castigues por sentir. El deseo es una respuesta humana natural, aunque sea incómoda. I see the only person I have ever wanted
He heard her footsteps on the stairs—light, rhythmic, infuriatingly cheerful. He sat in his armchair, a book open on his lap that he hadn’t been reading for the last hour. His chest tightened, a familiar constriction that felt less like butterflies and more like a crushing vice.