I'm sorry.
I'm a broken girl with broken lips, and with a broken mom.
I choosed that you stay in my life and stay for ever in it.
I'm sorry my dear for everything that you will across from here and now.
But I chose you, and I will chose you one and a million times.
And that it's the destiny that I want.
Maybe there is a million destinies more, but I will chose you one and two and three times.
With your fails and your winnings. In poorest and richest. In more alone and with your friends.
I chose you.
I hope you chose me .
