Later that we complete one year and eleven months of namoro, in route to the two years, appears the words where no girl wanted to hear and that they had made right my chest without mercy: – Sophie, I do not want more to namorar with you. I paralyzed, my eyes if they had fixed here it is in the ones of it and that the first tear appeared, but I started to cry in such a way to the point of my chest to ache, of the breath to be more difficult and painful. Then I was without reaction, the only words that came in my mind, were ' it cannot be truth, not pode'. I was looking at, trying to find one I take refuge, trying to know because, but kadu at least said something or tried to justify itself, only caught mine two hands kissed, them slowly, he bit the lips and its look if he directed until mine and finally it said few words: He forgives – Me, but not of more, you do not imagine the fear that I am feeling, sophie – it said, freeing my hands and giving a kiss to me in my face and he gave the coasts to me. But before it leaving, I cried out: – but fear of that? it says me – One day I will count to you – answered it, giving to the coasts one more time Then kadu if it was, I I was in the way it there field, without at least making something, then I thought after all that one I would be my end, what I will go to make of my life without it? with who I will go to relieve in the bad days? the laugh, histories, with who I will go to share? It is, I not wise person what I would go to make daqui pra front, it was my oxygen. The first week was most painful of my life, I did not make nothing, did not feel will nor to breathe, was seated there very sings in it of my room and crying, remembering the good moments that we pass together and that I will never forget myself, never! My parents already were being worried about me, to the point of to take wanting me medicate to it more and all, I would not go, because after all, were sentimental and not physical pain.