Back in 2007, I was the one who packed their things and left. I left a home, 15+ years of shared work, a dog, a cat, and a boy (well, I didn't really literaly left the boy behind, of course, he's still a part of my life). It was painful, but it also looked like a new open threshold. I want to think that I left with respect for the other part, though not everybody agrees. At least, I was sincere to myself, as my life needed a new path. Not everybody understood why I took my decision but I had no other option.

You've probably heard that life goes on and most changes are for the best and what not. I won't repeat that.

I just wish you the best for this new, unfathomable, life. Your friends and other people that loves you are there.

🫂