the choice to be as i am it was not mine, but i accept it willingly, i understand that the responsibility for this goes beyond my mere and humble comprehension, because if i, in fact, could choose, obviously my [as your] choice [also] would be totally different from the reality we have.
therefore, i do not choose to be right, but out of all the options i have to choose, i choose to be absolutely and only happy, since above all things, conscience and clear and tangible conduct make me achieve the desired peace.
but with regard to myself, i claim innocence, however, i assume all the legal and illegal consequences, because i am aware that if until i arrived, i will go further, because i am never afraid, ever, to be responsible for the choices i made and i will.
precisely, i give myself the right to make mistakes and fall because i will have the duty to raise and reconstruct the path i have traced, the plans i have made. therefore, mistakes, mistakes that are huge, are simply typical and atypical deviations from the luck that is simply living.
however, i will never admit that the goodbye said by us is only my fault, since the choice that made me leave was yours, entirely yours in the half a dozen years that we were happy, even if there were storms inside me; storms of which i recognize their proportions: disproportionate, exaggerated, excessive.
because i was left behind. i. i collected all my pieces, shards of that me that you broke. i stuck with what i could find along the way and i struggled to continue, to move on again and again.
therefore, i don’t regret the choices i made, i know i did it right. you don’t have to tell me. they were impossible decisions and i stand up for them. i did everything exactly as i should. i did everything impeccably perfect.
without which it could not be*.
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