Cuando el tiempo deja de existir

Who was going to tell me that I could start from scratch? That I would have the opportunity to live my life as I had not even dared to imagine? After years wrapped in a shadow, I can finally go out, be myself. I start over in a city far from my past and my ghosts, where I just have to try to fit in, make friends and be happy. That is my only goal. And even though it's complicated and lonely to get rid of bad memories and stop punishing myself, who knew I would find him to help me? Who is nobody to tell another person to turn the page? That it is time to stop martyring themselves? Years ago I decided to limit my existence to a simple life: with a normal job and surrounded by my family. Feelings much deeper have no place in me, unless I seek to break down again, and I can't afford that. Not again. However, who am I to make that decision when fate has been so capricious to put her in my path?