I write because I need it, I write because I know that as always understand me, I am writing because I know that I will not send Why this letter, but I know the law. In the silence of this room the only sound is the echo of your memory like a drop that beats in my head. I fought, I did everything to pieces, I cried, I turned to faith. My weakness is now talemente great that I made up my strength. Walk the line, yet. As the first steps of a child, I had to rebuild my life around what you had left me and the only thing that remained, after all, it was me.
guess you can understand what all this for me is disarming. I loved you and the only thing I wanted was you know. Enough for me.
I write because today is like seeing a new dawn, a new opportunity. Now to me there are too. In this room without you, along with many tears and prayers, I found myself.
I write because I do not care about the victory or defeat of past battles, but the only thing that matters is that I had the honor of fighting them. The past is like a catapult that threw me into the blue beyond the storms, changes color to the memories and reinforces my wings to fly in the present. I'm writing, even if it hurts. This is the only way I know to really feel life.
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