I hope not. I hope what I am thinking is wrong.
I am not in a mood to write anything to you today. I am praying what I read is wrong, what I heard is wrong. And I don't dare to see it myself.
You are a man who conquered love against hatred, suspicions and misunderstandings. You can't let that love die in front of a ugly woman. No Milsi, I won't believe your creators. You can't hate your angel. You can't betray me either.
I still hope what I am thinking is a big lie. There is something I don't know.
Yours always,