Dear G,
I don't know why I am writing this to you. I mean, we've broken up.
I don't even know if you'll read this letter, but I can try. I can just try.
Try to say again how much I love u.
And that's not easy, actually.
I have scenes of you in my head, every moment every day. I listen to a song and I hear your voice singing it. You make me have hallucinations, thanks very much.
I can't tell my mum ecc. That we've broken up, 'cause they would get worried about my bad feelings and I don't want to loose the little piece of freedom that I've got  so I still have your black rose on my bad. I cry everytime I look at it.
Thanks, thanks a lot for the beautiful period. And thanks even for the bad one. Finally I've come back to feel something in my heart.
I would know how are you, how are the others, but I don't want to SCARTAVETRARTI LE OVAIE, so I won't do it.

Natalina