I got a promise, that as usual I have not kept. I wanted at all costs be different when I returned, I wanted to be that girl so sweet, mysterious, strong, kind and puzzling that I have always dreamed of. But apparently a month away and a little color in your hair was not enough, but should have. Maybe I have to dig deeper, perhaps my appearance before I change my soul, maybe you just have to close my account I left open for too long, and maybe we should do so with a letter.
The largest deal to be concluded in my life know it all. I know my walls, my bed, the doors of my wardrobe, my school desk, all the schools, people that were part of my life and that are gone, those that have never been, and his girlfriend. Here indeed, his girlfriend and him.
Here, I thought that you had closed for a while, but the truth is that Dante has never ceased to love Beatrice, and this is perhaps one of the greatest fear that haunts me, so I guess I will for the first letter you, Ciccio.
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