They tell us have left. We suffered. They were incapable of feelings and made us pay for it. But they do not know that we are finally free. Finally free to love. Without knowing it, they make us free to love, to really love, to love someone nice.
We will take advantage of our "failures", which are also theirs, to feel ourselves and allow ourselves to love those who love us. The weather is fine, we can smell the smell of spring, and with it, hope returns. Here we are safer, more seasoned, more determined to give the love that is in us. But we are no less fragile. And that's good: this fragility will allow us to bring out this small flaw through which the light of another love can enlighten us.
We knew how to give, they made us free to receive.