I'm leaving. I can't take it anymore. I believed I was unique to you, just as you are to me. It's better to stay with the memories than to live on the margins of your romantic choices, wilting in suspicion.

No matter how much you swear to me, it won’t be long before you repeat the same actions. And I can't take it anymore. I swear to you, I can't share you with whatever new flirt comes your way. If we had a child, maybe things would be different. But 'the son of the Archangel' never came to us. Because we didn’t want him. Isn’t that right?

I have no regrets about anything. I assure you. Life follows its path. Each person’s fate is predetermined. We might meet again in another dimension where there are no upheavals. Maybe.

Live your life, wherever it takes you. I don’t think you will miss me. You easily find comfort, my love, but even if you want to, I assure you, you won't find me. I can't endure another denial, another mockery of feelings.

I wish you to succeed sometime in a relationship. I kiss you. I love you. I will always love you. I remain with these words.

[Excerpt from the text on the back cover of the edition]