"I'm writing here everything I could not tell her, everything that ruined me, everything she could not understand.
We were happy for seven years, our life, our home, the plans we are putting together together. Everything seemed perfect among us. I had begun to believe that we had taken so much from each other that it was impossible for us to ever agree on something, and then let us get here.
But it seems to be in the nature of human change, the discovery of new things and for that I want to know that I do not blame you. After all, if we had not started living together so early, you would have understood what you wanted and I would not have hoped for you. Maybe we would not live what we lived but it would have been better.
Your choice to devote life to faith after we had built up my life for me came as a knife behind my back. This was not because I did not want to support you, I did not want to accept what you were, I never had any problems with what you were. I could not agree with what you were doing.
It was not about something that affected you, but about a choice that would change the lives of both and I was not ready.
The worlds we live in today you see no longer have any connection with each other. And though I was destroyed when I said leave, today I feel happy. Lastly, I pushed to fly, though without me, I did not cut my arms. And for this I still curse myself ... "
-anonim-
