You probably won't read this but sometimes I think about you. And sometimes I miss our conversations deeply.
Well, I've read that. It hurt a bit. I don't know who you are, because I've lost, or pushed away way too many people in my life. However... I miss conversations that I've had with them as well. And some of them I have even loved. I have built, deep in my heart, chapels filled with them... And a part of me still lives among the dead, and forever will.
Buonanotte commendatore...











