I can never understand how you can look at her and watch her suffer. You make no attempt at consoling her. You pack up and leave. As if the effort was not worthy, as if her tears held you back. You left her because you suddenly realize she was a burden. Once the happiness was over and things suddenly became overbearingly complicated, that was it. It was enough to stop trying. But I thought you said you loved her. Where did your passion go? In my eyes, you are a coward, not a man. You say your pride is all you have left. That you fight so hard for it. But it’s just an excuse. You never loved her from the start.

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