"Dopo una vita passata a soccombere a mio padre, mi pento di non avergli detto quanto mi ha fatto male, quando ancora potevo farlo. Lui stava morendo di cancro, e io non riuscivo a fare altro che pensare a quanto non riuscissi a stargli emotivamente vicino, perché offuscata dalla rabbia. Il senso di sacrificio a cui mi ha abituata fin da piccola mi ha fatto essere lì col corpo, e sentire in colpa dopo, come se non fossi stata una buona figlia. Da quando se ne è andato, tutto il dolore è rimasto a me. Che me ne faccio, però?"

"To my dearest old friend. I wish I could see your face one more time to apologize for everything I've done, your face still lingers in the cracks of my thoughts, but the more I think about it, the more I forget your face, all I want to do is apologize, I should have listened to you. But I didn't, and that's why I'm here now."

".was loving you a sin?hey...i know i hurt you by that sudden break up..i know and im sorry.i saw you cry,i saw you loosing yourself..im sorry.but what could i have done?my family found out about us, they took control over my socials.and they made me break up.they were at school too....how was i supposed to tell you?how could i tell you i was forced?is loving someone from other religion a taboo?why....and worst of all i had to watch you fall apart because of me.im sorry .i hope you will find someone who will be with you.a girl who can be with you my dear! im sorry ...."