Ay Mi Dios

Once upon a time, everything seemed luxurious - the scent of Chanel on the skin, mirrored smiles, and the certainty that love must sparkle. And then winter came, cold not only outside but inside too, and even the brightest lips couldn't kiss for real. It turns out you can be gentle and still lose if the other person is just playing games. But the resentment evaporates, leaving only a calm “let them regret it.” Because the heart no longer asks for proof - it has burned its scars and learned to dance to its own rhythm. And let those who once forgot how to love now remember - too late, too beautiful.