And I, you

" (...) Even if I have to endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you, then that is my punishment that I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, killed and stolen, betrayed and broken trust. But when I stand before God, I’ll have one thing to say to weigh against all the rest: Lord, ye gave me a rare woman... and God, I loved her well.

(...)

- I love you.

- And I, you."

Hoy aprendí que dejar marchar también es amar.