Frida Khalo

photo by Victor Reyes

        I’m not going to ask you to kiss me,

neither ask for forgiveness when 

I believe that you have done wrong,

or that you have made a mistake.

Nor am I going to ask you to hug me 

when I need it the most,

or to invite me to dinner on our anniversary.

I’m not going to ask you to go around the world

to live new experiences, much less

ask you to give me your hand when we are in that city.

I’m not going to ask you to tell me how pretty I am,

even if it’s a lie or that you write me anything nice.

Nor will I ask you to call me to tell me

how your day was or tell me you miss me.

I’m not going to ask you to thank me for everything I do for you,

for you to worry about me when my moods are down

and of course I will not ask you to support me in my decisions.

I’m not going to ask you to listen to me when I have a thousand

stories to tell you.

I’m not going to ask you to do anything,

not even to stay by my side forever.

Because if I have to ask you,

I do not want it anymore.