I met you too late, or maybe too early ", I once told you… words that wanted to be more than just literature aci because I always think, I would have wanted another time and another place in to meet you… I wish I could love you in full light, without fear, without hesitation, to belong to you completely… and yet so it was to be… so it was destined for us or maybe, it was a great blessing to meet either…
No, I don't regret anything. Neither madness nor terrible suffering nor resignation. For beyond all that would condemn me for the courage to have loved you is the immense happiness of having met you.
And these words are meant to be more than a diary — they describe the most important part of me, that is, my love.
