Beloved wife.
Today I want to confess to you that I have betrayed you;
although I don’t want your forgiveness,
neither I want complaints.
I prefer your weeping, your sadness
and to be a loyal partner of your loneliness.
Yes, I have betrayed you,
because I have broken the promise o live beside you forever;
I have betrayed you,
because I have had a fear of losing you;
because, I couldn’t live without you,
even with your memories.
I prefer to die first than you
simply because, I love you more than my own life;
and you know very well that
“If my love for you could be weighed,
it shall be heavier than the whole world,
and if it could be measured, it shall be even longer that infinity”
Forever your beloved husband.
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