We fight every time we talk about the future
Every time I bring up even small future stuff… like, I don’t know, holidays, or maybe moving in together someday, it turns into a fight. She says I’m pushing, that I don’t trust her. But how can I not? We’ve been together two years and it’s like I’m the only one thinking ahead. Back home, people plan — even with all the chaos, my tías had plans, you know? Not saying we gotta marry tomorrow, but… ay, sometimes I wonder if I’m just hoping for something she’ll never give. One minute we’re laughing, next she’s cold, saying I’m too much. I love her, Dios me libre, I do… but this limbo? It’s eating me alive. And I can’t even talk to my mom. She still thinks I’m just ‘close friends’ with Valeria. Sometimes I feel like I’m breaking just trying to hold on…