Lorenzo Vitale
Six months.
Incredible how time has a great power over us, to the point of enveloping us in a terrifying way. All this time has passed and the feeling I have is that they were lifetimes, and your silence for all these months only indicates that she never opened the envelope.
When I wrote that letter and handed over the request. I did it selfishly, because the last thing I needed was to watch her sign that damn paper. In those words, I just begged her not to stop being who she was.
Perfect.
If that happened, I wouldn't love her less, but I know she would hate herself, when she realized she had fallen apart along the way, when all she most desired was to overflow, like myself, when my life tied itself to hers, whether in the banal moments, or in not closing my eyes to wh
