On countless occasions I was here, in front of a blank piece of paper, one
I don't know how to start this letter, because I don't write (and i won't write for
that claimed to capture my feelings, my experiences, my fleeting loves, that unintentionally
anyone) ... but I think it is necessary to make an effort and get away from those absurd
still flutter around looking for an entrance into my busy mind to make me remember the
fears. It is very difficult for me to explain to you that complex world of my mind, that complex
happy moments that I experienced with you. But that is not why I write to you, My days without you
world that you once compared to a temple full of doors, passageways and staircases,
have become a torture, I look at your photos, our crazy conversations, and I find it hard...
i like your analogies, I like how you can fill such monotonous moments with joy and colors,
I find it hard to believe that even if we love each other we are creating a robust brick wall, which no matter how much
I love that you try to encourage me at every moment, and I know that, although sometimes
I tried to collapse it, I feel that I am contributing to its construction. My Ramona, my Juliet, my Rose,
you only think of yourself and your personal enjoyment, but deep down
my love... every day that passes increases my anxiety, my excitement to see you glow and
i know you always think about me. I know that sometimes I was cruel to you or make you feel that I don't appreciate
shine behind that spellbinding smile, that smile of which, that July afternoon, without
what you do for me, but I hope you understand that all those little details that are your
realizing it ended up driving me crazy for you.
specialty, have a small space in my heart.
J. Alezzandro
