Puntos Suspensivos

Love, as it turns out, does not always behave nobly - sometimes it leaves, slamming the door behind it, and sometimes it stays, but so awkwardly and coldly that it becomes worse. Here, it's more about the latter: the smiles in the photos are still warm, but inside there is already an emptiness, stretching like an ellipsis at the end of an unspoken phrase.

There is honesty in this text - the kind that stings your eyes but makes it easier to breathe. It's like deciding to blow out a candle so that it doesn't burn itself out, leaving only wax and soot behind. The irony is that the ending can also be a liberation - even if your heart is scratched by the realization that the fairy tale is over, the credits have rolled, and no “telenovela” has happened.