I owe every good thing in my life to Edó.

I have written many times about her natural human qualities, about the fact that she never felt the need to loudly declare obvious virtues, and because of this, she was never manipulative or intrusive. She had no urge for unnecessary talk, yet she possessed the rare ability to listen to people with real, uninterrupted attention.

Her greatest strength was the ability to forgive.

She was hurt many times. More than once. Yet after a while, she was able to move beyond those wounds. Of course she suffered too, just like all of us do. But at a certain point, she became capable of letting go of the pain together with the person who caused it.

I admired her for that.

I carried my own injuries much longer. Some of them I could only release after years of suffering.

Now I follow her example.

I choose Edó’s path, because in the end, she was always right.

I owe this to her — and perhaps also to the person who caused such a deep wound in me, one that will not be easy to let go of.

I do not understand why things happened the way they did.

I do not believe it was right.

But I no longer want to carry it.

With this writing, I say that I have let go of the anger. I release her from the burden of my resentment.

Because if she truly loved me once — and I know she did — then one day, somewhere deep inside herself, sadness will find her.

Not now.

Someday.

My dear former love, I release you.

Do not carry guilt or pain because of me anymore.

Anger is also a form of connection.

And I no longer wish to remain connected to this.