So now, after this war has ended, I know I will never be the person whom you loved once.
You've written so much beauty, doing all you can to save what you believed in.....
This is my hope....my own piece of sorrow, since you have given more of yourself than I ever thought you could when we were together.
Beni Beni my dearest, I've lost who I was when you loved me, yet you still believe, and that....has cost me more sorrow than the children I have thrown to wolves.
How can you still love one such I? After all I have accomplished in the name of equality?
I tried to change our society, I tried to make those old Men wake up and realize that their way;
their way is the wrong way, the way that starving children have grown up with.
And I...was wrong.
You loved me, and I couldn't realize the value of that.
All this time later, I just am  now realizing what you have done for me...the person you have helped me become.
I've hurt you...terribly. And you've deserved someone that has the ability to treat you as a painter could portray you.
I love you ... always have.