\u2014 We were young\u2026 and I let her go. I\u2019ve regretted it my whole life. When I learned of her death, I couldn\u2019t help but come.<\/p>\n
Since then, I\u2019ve come here every week. It\u2019s my only way of being close to her.<\/p>\n
I felt jealousy and anger battling inside me with a strange respect. He loved her in his own way, and even after her death, his feelings hadn\u2019t faded.<\/p>\n
I looked at the flowers in his hands and understood: he was neither a rival nor an enemy. He was another person who kept her in his heart.<\/p>\n
We stood in silence, but for the first time in a long time, I didn\u2019t feel loneliness \u2014 I felt warmth. Because love for her lived not only in me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u2014 We were young\u2026 and I let her go. I\u2019ve regretted it my whole life. When I learned of her death, I couldn\u2019t help but come. Since then, I\u2019ve come here every week. It\u2019s my only way of being close to her. I felt jealousy and anger battling inside me with a strange respect. He…<\/p>\n