No one ever said that love is easy. Sometimes is the most difficult battle a woman has to take. When do you decide it's enough? That you suffered to your limit? How can you decide to leave the man you love more than anything in the world?
"I loved you madly, passionately, with blood. I hated you worse. I cursed you, and I adored you. I have never been able to be indifferent to you. I always vibrated at you, in shades of colors, from the red of jealousy to yellow sunny summer days where we first met and to the purple starry nights of love. You were my hope, light, heat. And also the worst hole, my emptiness."