I'm in my car, trying to make sense of this void in my heart, the void that wants to love and be loved. The same void created by love and its very absence. Is that the formula? The feeling of nothingness created by the absence of something, a matter of yearning, a matter of loss? Loving him caused me to lose myself in the process. Towards the end, how much of me was left?
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:46
Yeah, I love it. I think this is the way this is expressing yourself. I feel like that's always been my real guide. The manual, as you said. But yeah. Thank you so much for sharing