I’m sorry.
I don’t know how start… I don’t know if all my apologies could express how much I’m sorry. I know that I’ve made a decision and I refused pass all the consequences, but, Dy, I’m sorry. I’m confused. God talk to me, and know that all He said is real, and He said that I’ve stoped, and I forgot all He told to me and I was walking by me, not by He. So…I’m sorry, because I forgot you too. Because you was a God’s gift, not my chose. But, now I’m here, asking to you: Can you forgive me? I love you Dy. I cannot imagine my life with another, just with you, with our kids, with our house, our Australian house, with our smell… Can you accept me again to be your girl? I still loving you, and wishing hold your hand.
