why are you so angry?
“I want to do things for people they will never forget. Maybe that’s the best thing I can do in life.” — Simon Van Booy, The Secret Lives of People in Love (via 13neighbors)
.: We’re dropped and well concealed in secret places…
You don’t get to tell me that we’re not together. We are together. Because I love you and you love me, and none of the rest of it matters. We are together.
I just saw a post about the World Cup.
The first time I went to El Salvador was in 2010, right when the World Cup was happening. You couldn’t go anywhere in the country without a game playing on a tv. Houses, restaurants, busses, radios. Shakira’s song, ‘Waka Waka’ would play everywhere too and I grew to love it so much that I made it my ringtone when I got back home. If a game was happening, you can bet people were watching.
My Abuelo was one of those people. He would always sit in front of the tv and watch a game. He would get angry when one of the players did something dumb. I can still hear him yelling. Eventually, I started watching with him. We would sit together and he would explain which teams were the best so far and who he thought should win. We watched so many games together. This is the reason I’m such a big fan of Luis Suarez because Uruguay playing against some team I can’t remember was the first game I watched with him. We bonded watching these games together. I felt close to him being able to enjoy something he enjoyed.
I remember, the day we were flying back to the US was the last day of the Cup and he was counting, trying to figure out when the next world cup would be. I remember when he said it would be in 2014, my mom teased him saying, “Puchica, ni han termindo los juegos y ya estas esperando las proximas.” I remember, he said he probably wouldn’t live to see the next world cup and I told him that he had to make sure he lived long enough to see it again and that I’d be back to watch it with him.
We’re not going to be able to do that and I hadn’t realized it until just now. He’s gone. He’s really gone. He didn’t make it to the next games and I’m never gonna be able to see him again. The next time I go to El Salvador, he won’t be there.
I have been crying so much over the last month, it got to the point where I was just so incredibly tired of it. I didn’t want to cry anymore, but I couldn’t stop. I was literally bawling myself to sleep every night. But the night I found out he passed away, I cried but I wasn’t crying like I was before. I’ve cried a few more times but until right now, I hadn’t cried like I was before. I felt so off because I hadn’t really cried. It hadn’t hit me until right now and now I can’t stop crying. I don’t know what to do.
I miss him so much. I can’t believe I’m really never going to be able to see him again while I’m alive.
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i always look sleep deprived is that hot
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