You will forget who you are. That’s the scariest part. But then, slowly, you’ll remember. You’ll remember that you love yellow flowers. That you laugh too loud at your own jokes. That you’re afraid of flying but you love airports because of the possibilities.
There’s a Tuesday. You won’t know it’s coming. You’ll be buying bread, and the cashier will say, “Have a nice day,” and you’ll realize—you mean it when you say, “You too.” Not just the words. The feeling. That’s the day you’ll know. Libro Querido Yo Vamos A Estar Bien
I’m not saying it becomes easy. I’m saying it becomes worth it. You will forget who you are
Te quiero. No te rindas.