Diary Entry

 August 26, 1913

Today i found out how much i missed Emma. How much she made me feel special and loved. How beatiful she looked whit that elegant and classic air blue gown. Finally i had to accepte the cold and hard life reality. beven though i wrote that poem to her, i feel day and nicht so guilty and disapointed of my self; that even I would do the more enchanting and good action I would never forgiven me for what i hae done! Is it fair?

August 28, 1913

Yesterday I went to the cementery and i stood around an hour in front of Emma's grave. I started  to read aloud Emmas's favorite book, called "Freedom Meaning". I read and read the book, till the last page arrived. I't was wired, a part of me didn't want me to finish it; was like she was on the other side of the oage. Finally i took caurage I decides to finish. It said "IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING LET IT FREE, IF IT COME BACK IS YOURS, IF NOT IT NEVER WAS IT". In that moment i tend to realise that i have to let it FREE.