She.💔 (short story that I wrote a long time ago, based on what I felt)

She.

She is tired ... She does not know how many times she will have the same dream, she always turns into a nightmare. The sad thing is that he does not dream that while he sleeps, no, it happens when his eyes are as open as his heart, and not to love, but because of how broken it is; so it instantly becomes hell.
She, during her short life, has read and learned lessons about many things ... She has taken good breaks to finally have knowledge about it, but still believes in fairy tales, it is inevitable, at least for her, and really I understand it He has not yet found a way to stop dreaming about him, he is sad and causes indignation, he does not deserve it; she does not deserve anyone who does not have the courage to notice how important it is to have a pure soul in her hands, a cocoon that you should constantly water, pay close attention, so that when it is a beautiful flower, you can also enjoy all and each of its beautiful tonalities; Maybe it's pink, yellow, purple, or maybe all three, you will not know if you do not give it a try and you try, it may surprise you.
She feels silly, in spite of everything, she still feels how her heart leaps when she hears his name. That girl is very brave, so brave to not have a gram of hate in her heart, but so naive as to continue dreaming of something that will never be a reality. And in spite of that, she will not stop dreaming ... She says that although she quickly becomes a nightmare of not finishing, when she dreams, she feels her eyes shine, as her hands tremble and her cheeks flush, she feels that her soul smiles and feeds on hope, vain hope, but hope at last; she feels as her heart beats to the beat of the background music that she imagined that day that they looked at each other for the first time; as well as when a date that right now I do not remember, but that for her is unforgettable, the boy whispered in his ear "I will never get away." I still do not know whether to call this courage, or illusion ... But I know that I will never get tired of listening as this girl writes her strangely beautiful way of loving; and like him, making her uselessly happy and then breaking his heart, he could become such a special muse of not forgetting as much as time passes, and without a sign of hatred in a word that he referred to. It is amazing what dreams can achieve ... But it hurts, this girl makes me feel very bad ... Because yes, she feels alive when dreaming, of that there is no doubt, but she is tired of waking up; and that's when the nightmare begins, when his soul breaks ... And he's right. If from dreams one lived, I believe that no one would be beatable. Reality is disgusting. But she ... She is admirable.

(this is translated with the google translator, just so you know)