The following story really happened, I have given names and different approach to what has happened so that the characters could be recognized.
rashna
Luigia sat on the bed, the cards were all there, had brought the lawyer, was all that was left, began to examine them slowly, one by one, had to read them all but did not feel like he was afraid that might be a problem , the lawyer was not aware of any debt or anything else that might disturb it. He took two letters, one was in a pale pink bag, the scent of violets a bit 'off from the past, but still an odorous smell like its the end, the other in a classic white envelope, were linked together by a blue ribbon .
Rose took the letter first, he did not know why but it was one that intrigued her more, she began to read the handwriting was a woman but not her own, correct and accurate, round and expressive, fluid as a whole.
Dear Piero,
this letter you will receive it after my departure, I wanted to talk but I could not do it. For years now I love you, but I've always been there to watch you, hope you noticing me and I die for you I'd do anything to make you happy.
There, next to you as a friend, to console each time you argued with your new girlfriend will betray you or worse, to scold you when you did your girls suffer and tradivi, always there like a shadow, knowing that I'd loved only as a friend, sister as many times as you told me to see me.
Friends and brothers, I'm sure this was the best thing for both, do not think I've got less to esserti been a friend and lover, girlfriend and wife. In fact, I think I had the best relationship ever existed, that few people know that friendship, friendship that makes you unique and united in the soul of a person completely, defending ourselves against each other remain united despite reports with others, because it can never be friends, if they remain for ever, and especially if these are true, with that love that only friendship can give and can receive, there is a more complete report of a friendship as well. You always lose something in a certain type of relationship and if it breaks then there is no way to recover what has been, no turning back from a relationship of love you can not apologize, do not go back friends, it remains there with a missing piece of life that can not be repaired. While among friends, as you well remember from all the fighting we did, we apologize when you are wrong and we do not give a damn if you do not recover that relationship you care about more than anything else, because you know perfectly well that the other will forgive you if you admit your guilt and you are truly sorry for what you did.
So I'm happy to check out was friendly, but the pain that I felt every time you accostavi to another was a smile that you cost me a lot, but they were all sincere, like everything that I've always said, every word was so true that sometimes I was hoping you became aware of my love, just those words. I never lied and I've never done anything to get away from any of the girls that were, in fact seemed to me to do everything alone, you could not have a stable relationship, as if I was missing something but you never said, every time I tried to tell you but you left that the speech fell somewhere that was never the true solution.
Unfortunately, now I have to leave as you know, like I said, we have sworn eternal friendship, but we both know that will not be the same thing when I am, because the distance sometimes makes you incapable of listening to others, I will try to do my best as usual, silent, subtle, behind you, waiting for your every thought as air to me, knowing what to think before you speak, but is waiting for you to decide when to speak with your rhythms.
I just hope I do not cast thee into trouble, I'll always be here for you in any way, anywhere, at any time.
Yours forever Maria
Luigia, the heart unmoved, he opened the other letter, writing sharper and more angular, but clear and thin, began to read, immediately recognized the handwriting was that of her husband Piero and was addressed to her.
Dear Luigia,
this letter you will receive it when I'm gone now, I'll deliver the lawyer, not even he knows what's written, I'm writing to apologize, I know it will seem strange, but my apology is sincere and perhaps if I had been less you coward, I would have done in person at the very moment in which I wrote you this letter.
I'm sorry because everything that you believed was a farce, everything, never was void ab initio. The engagement, cohabitation, marriage, all false: it's all false.
The only woman I ever loved was Mary, the only one I knew even if I did not speak, seemed telepathic, she really is the only one I was able to love, the one I wish I have next to the rest of life, the one with whom I wanted children, the only one.
I lied and I regret it, you probably would have been happy with someone else that you would have earned more than me and that he would not have hurt, many times I stood doubt that you understood what was happening and tried to reassure you in Somehow, looking for you more, but it was not love, it never was right the first time, only having a duty to myself to try to forget Maria.
To supplant it in some way, but could not ever, you can not displace anyone, everyone is unique and is different from others in this indispensable, is not true that the phrase is usually said.
"Died a pope if he makes another" or "drives out another" or "All useful, none irreplaceable." Each of us gives something of himself to others and if that person leaves, everyone will be at his place shall never be the same, will not behave identically, as we try to find a similarity in the other person's lost and sometimes not everything can be recovered, not everything can be recovered, if someone goes away is a great loss for anyone who has ever known, because nothing is the same if you do not hear his laughter, if you do not hear his words, his touches, his jokes, but laugh at those times, as I do not remember ever having done more, but the fighting had their way, their essence, and when the anger passes there is more reminiscent of evil but only good .
Yet I am here to tell you that I lied all the time, I'm a liar and I do not deserve pity, because I made you suffer and why I should not, I should let you free, I'm sorry.
I am a worm, for having kept clinging to a farce that has lasted for years, I never loved her, that's why I did not want to get married and when I did it was only because I was forced, you know, for decency, for Your Honor, for his mother and mother-in-law who wanted those children who are not coming. For all but not for me, I did not want, did not love you, I would have liked, I tried, but just did not love you, there should have been her here beside me and I am sure that if she were still close to me I would never hurt, because I had an anchor to lean on and maybe one day I would find the courage to tell her how much I loved and I could not live without her, because what I did next is not really life, if there had been she would have known I would definitely recommend and come back to me so you will not so much pain.
I'm sorry but now you're free, good luck.
Piero
Luigia folded the letter, had no more tears, he cried too much during those years when she realized what was happening but with a glimmer of hope was always to wait perhaps a day would be improved.
- Come on, get up and continue the charade, even thou hast kept up with him, you knew and did not say anything, you're as guilty as him - still the whisper reached the onlookers gathered in prayer, but did not care, you raised.
Luigia took the black veil, and if positioned in the lead, went by and asked in a low voice to the condolences and thanked for coming to the funeral, went to everyone, including Maria, she thanked the letters in his pocket as a souvenir , which would erase a bad memory but he knows perfectly the remains impressed until the end of his days.
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