His words were like bullets without gunpowder: they didn't kill, but they transformed. It was something that made me feel understood, and that hurt more than any blow.
"I can't anymore. Sometimes it hurts more than other days, and today the same questions are running through my mind again: Why did I have to fall in love with the wrong man? Why does it hurt so much? Why do I hate him with the same intensity that I loved him? And why did I have to go through everything I did? What harm did I do to the world?" I screamed, crying helplessly, releasing everything I had sealed with emotional packing tape.
He heard me. Truly. He just listened. He didn't move a muscle to interrupt me.
"You know… I went for a walk because after so many years I needed to feel free of my emotions. Before I fell
