No puedo perdonarte por mentirme. Perdiste mi confianza y eso sí que me lastimó. Sé que el domingo siempre importa un comino y estoy bien con eso. Pero no había necesidad de cancelar los planes con una mentira, porque para quien estabas ocupado era sólo para mi.
Me decepcionaste, porque de verdad creí que eras diferente a los demás; pero ni siquiera diciéndote de frente lo lastimada que estaba te importó y sólo lo viste como un juego cuando muy bien entendiste que estaba lastimada. Enserio creí en ti cuando me decías que era importante para ti, pero no le mientes a quien te importa y mucho menos de esa manera.
Lo peor es que a la única que le duele que hayas perdido su confianza es a mi. Ni siquiera por contestarte como te contesté te diste cuenta que estoy molesta contigo, y si te diste cuenta te importó un rábano. Y si en serio esa canción te gustó mucho, felicidades, inspiraste el 73% de ella (Lo demás fue para que cualquiera se pudiera sentir identificado).
Si me hubiesen dicho que alguien más me haría sentir como me hizo sentir quien me destruyó el alma, lo hubiese esperado hasta de quien me ha lastimado con su verdad; pero no lo hubiese imaginado de ti después de tantas cosas. Lo que más me duele es que la culpa de la decepción es mía por haber confiado en ti y esperar que nunca me mintieras, pero el dolor se convierte en ira y es lo que más afecta.
English
I can't forgive you for lying to me. You lost my trust and that really hurt me. I know Sunday always matters a damn and I'm fine with that. But there was no need to cancel plans with a lie, because who you were busy for was just me.
You let me down, because I truly believed you were different from the others; but even telling you straight up how hurt I was didn't matter to you and you only saw it as a game when you very well understood that I was hurt. I really believed in you when you told me I was important to you, but you don't lie to those you care about and much less in that way.
The worst thing is that the only one who is hurt that you lost her trust is me. Not even by answering you the way I answered you did you realize that I'm upset with you, and if you realized it you didn't give a damn. And if you seriously really liked that song, congratulations, you inspired 73% of it (The rest was so anyone could relate).
If I had been told that someone else would make me feel the way someone who destroyed my soul made me feel, I would have expected it even from someone who has hurt me with his truth; but I wouldn't have imagined it from you after so many things. What hurts me the most is that the blame for the disappointment is mine for having trusted you and hoping that you would never lie to me, but the pain turns into anger and that is what affects me the most.
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