“Tu non le hai lette. Non le hai lette le mille cose che ho scritto su di te. Sul diario, sui fogli, su uno schermo, sul muro. Ti ho lasciato dovunque.”
“I wanted to tell you that I was anxious about allowing myself to get close to anyone else, because I only know how to be close to you, and I know how it feels to watch someone you care about come and go from your life.
I wanted to tell you that two weeks before you came home, I went to the park by myself one night and sat in the grass and cried out to the universe, because I should have been happy or excited, but instead I was confused.”