I do not know if you deserve me to write this. Yet I want to do. I'm not starting this letter will, in what sense know. I am writing to you alone and not for the man who took you from me and which, at least for now, I do not want to hear.But I have written to him once, when you left, so why do not you write to you, as a monument of remembrance is raised.
I liked you right away, I was with you, but I long to love you. I refused. Not because it was you. I could not love. I had thus far to make you suffer. You totally made me thereafter. Well ... It started two years ago for me that time was a time of happiness, despite all the difficulties, and one week lasted for nearly a year and a half.