“I’m not going to ask you to give me a kiss. Nor that you ask me for forgiveness when I think that you have done something wrong or that you were wrong.
Nor will I ask you to hug me when I need you most, or invite me to dinner on our anniversary day. I will not ask you to travel the world, to experience new experiences, much less to ask you to give me your hand when we are in the middle of that city.
I’m not going to ask you to tell me how beautiful I’m, even if it’s a lie, or write me anything nice. Neither will I ask you to call me to tell me how your night went, or to tell me that you miss me.
I’m not going to ask you to thank me or to fool with me when my spirits are on the ground, and of course, I will not ask you to support me in my decisions.
’m not going to ask you to listen to me when I have a thousand stories to tell you. I’m not going to ask you to do anything, not even stay by my side forever.
Because if I have to ask you, I do not want it anymore.”
