WITHERED | @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2595: don’t amputate | [ENG/ESP]

Even though it had been over a year, he still had to struggle to remember that it was just chemistry exploding in his brain, hormones fighting in his body to bind him to that feeling that haunted him like a ghost and was the main reason he could barely put two words together when he had her in front of him.

He was unwilling to admit that, in reality, no matter why, they had long since run out of things to say to each other. If he had chosen not to amputate that withered feeling once and for all, it was because it would be like admitting that the unconditional love he had always sought still eluded him.

Aunque había pasado más de un año, todavía tenía que esforzarse por recordar que sólo era química explotando en su cerebro, hormonas luchando en su cuerpo para atarlo a ese sentimiento que lo perseguía como un fantasma y que era la razón principal por la que apenas podía juntar dos palabras cuando la tenía delante.

No estaba dispuesto a admitir que, en realidad, no importaba por qué, hacía tiempo que se habían quedado sin cosas que decirse. Si había preferido no amputar de una vez por todas ese sentimiento marchito, era porque sería como admitir que el amor incondicional que siempre había buscado seguía esquivándole.