You know, my beloved, that in my moments of overwhelming sadness, I am always overcome by a deadly desire to rush to you, to cry into your arms, to rest my head in your embrace so that you may gently embrace me as I have always imagined you. I have always seen you as my peace, the reservoir of my happiness to which I come in moments of loss, moments of pain, moments of fear, to pat me on the shoulder and say to me in his sweet voice: "I am beside you," so that the pain may be erased, the dark feelings may be removed, and reassurance may prevail over me, because perhaps I am near you, my beloved. I truly wished for that, and it saddens me that fate is eating
its popcorn and laughing at my wishes.