Translation:

Tears come from jealousy and jealousy derives from love. In that aspect, love is an enemy. It fills your mind with questions. Questions that cause insecurity. An insecurity that turns one into a fool. A fool that for being so can lose a great lover.

I doubted her love for me. This would keep me from being happy, but I would not have left even if she had dared me to leave. Love is what at times would push us apart, but in the end kept us together.

When I realized how close I was actually coming to losing her, I handled the situation like a kid: I cried. She took this to mean that I had repented and that I sought her forgiveness. Although she was insulted that I had doubted her love for me, she turned to me, held me and said – with tears in her eyes – “Sweetheart, I swear in the presence of God that my life and my fate is to remain yours and to keep you mine. Come to your senses!”

She had forgiven me. :sniff: 🙂