CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

RICARDO

To stay or to go.

To agree or to disagree.

To live or to die.

To love or to hate.

Why weren't life’s decisions made that easy?

Who in their right mind thought it wise to make things too complicated than they needed to be?

Now, I had to suffer those complications.

To achieve one’s purpose, difficult choices were to be made—difficult choices which served your actual purpose, and some which served the selfish desires of the heart.

Ginevra made that choice this morning—the choice which served her purpose.

Deep within my heart’s space, I had always known what I was to Ginevra. A danger, a hindrance to her purpose, an unneeded distraction.

So, I had expected her to call off whatever it was we shared, but nothing had prepared me for the pain that came with hearing her call it off.

And nothing had prepared me for the stubborness in my heart.

I had never cried before anyone. The first person to witness my tears was my mother, and the last to witness them too, was my mothe