Cara ex, se fossimo stati più sinceri l'uno con l'altra adesso non sarei qui a scrivere questa lettera.
Avrei voluto che fossimo stati più pazienti, più comprensivi, espansivi, e invece non è stato così.
I primi tempi lo è stato, era tutto così euforico.
Vivevo per te, mi nutrivo giornalmente di te e del nostro amore fin quando non è finito, fino all'ultima goccia.
Non abbiamo saputo cogliere la parte migliore di noi stessi per poi coltivarla nel tempo.
Abbiamo sbagliato entrambi, errori incancellabili che rimarranno per sempre impressi dentro me.
Hai preso la parte più bella di me e ci hai giocato.
Hai giocato sporco ed io ero un po’ ingenuo per capirlo.
Le donne come te sono quelle che t'insegnano ad amare ma ti insegnano pure ad odiare.
Ora sto con un'altra donna ma non la amo.
Non perché io ami ancora te, ma perché ormai ho perso la fiducia nell'amore.
Per carità, mi ci trovo bene, con lei ci rido, ci parlo, mi trovo bene praticamente su tutto però ormai è così.
La donna giusta al momento sbagliato.
Certe notti prima di addormentarmi penso che se fosse arrivata prima di te sarebbe stato meglio, sarei stato un uomo migliore con una vita diversa.
Con te però ho imparato tante cose a parte l'amore, certo.
Ho imparato cosa e giusto e cosa è sbagliato, ho capito quali erano stati i miei errori e a non caderci più.
Certo, ce ne saranno degli altri, ma mai più quelli.
Con te ho assaporato la cattiveria che ti contraddistingue, il fuoco di paglia che all'inizio ci ha unito ma che ha tenuto me incatenato per molto tempo.
Tu invece perché continuavi a stare con me?
Forse perché era troppo bello vedermi pendere dalle tue labbra.
Da questo, dopo che ci siamo lasciati ho capito che io devo venire al primo posto e che nessuna donna varrà mai la mia vita.
Quando stavamo insieme e le cose iniziarono ad inclinarsi, io provai a ribellarmi.
Ho provato a fare lo stronzo e il cattivo, come te, ma non ci riuscivo.
Avevi sempre la meglio perché tu sei una maestra in questo.
Volevo trasformare la mia sofferenza nella tua sofferenza, ormai era diventato un gioco di supremazia, ma io perdevo sempre.
Provavo a lasciarti ma tornavo sempre, come un cane.
In effetti lo sono stato.
Ho voluto sbagliare fino in fondo anche cercando di farti soffrire.
Sara sbagliato ma non mi capivi mai, quindi ho trovato un metodo alternativo al mio malessere e ai miei tormenti.
Errori su errori, cattiveria dopo cattiveria ci siamo definitivamente allontanati, o meglio, mi hai lasciato tu.
Sono stato un giocattolo nelle mani di una sadica, mi hai fatto di tutto ed io me ne stavo zitto senza nemmeno sapere il perché.
Purtroppo che non era amore l'ho capito troppo tardi, ma ti ringrazio per esserti allontanata.
Non ci è voluto molto dal nostro addio per capire queste cose, avrei sperato di capirle prima per non uscirne così leso.
Ho sperato che le altre donne non fossero tutte così, avevo quasi paura fin quando non ho conosciuto lei che piano piano mi ha fatto capire che la mia era stata solo sfortuna.
Però non riesco ad innamorarmi nonostante lei sia la donna perfetta e di questo mi dispiace.
Le voglio un gran bene ma non riesco a lasciarmi andare del tutto, ho paura.
Paura che un giorno tutto si possa ribaltare, anche se sarei preparato, anche se saprei cosa fare.
Però la tratto bene e lei fa lo stesso.
I litigi non mancano ma sono piccoli e banali.
Pensa sempre a me e non fa l'egoista.
La ringrazio perché mi ha fatto tornare a vivere.
Concludo questa lettera invece ringraziandoti.
Grazie per avermi aperto la mente, per avermi fatto capire cos'è che non fa per me anche se purtroppo hai preso la mia parte più bella e temo che sarà per sempre tua.
Dovevo capirlo che era una trappola.
From Making His Game of Thrones Cameo to Taking Shots with Beyoncé: 11 of Ed Sheeran's Most Unbelievably True Celebrity Stories
Partying with Taylor Swift, Sleeping on Jamie Foxx’s Couch: Ed Sheeran Stories
HIS GAME OF THRONES CAMEO WAS A LONG TIME COMING
Turns out Ed Sheeran’s cameo during the season 7 premiere of Game of Thrones had been in the works for longer than expected — in an attempt to surprise actress Maisie Williams (pictured left), a self-proclaimed superfan. “For years, we tried to get Ed Sheeran on the show to surprise Maisie, and this year we finally did it,” show creator David Benioff said during an event at South by Southwest. “Throwback to the time I was a Lannister,” Sheeran wrote, posting a screenshot of himself on Instagram when his episode aired. (Next up? A role on The Simpsons.)
HE SLEPT ON JAMIE FOXX’S COUCH BEFORE FINDING FAME
“Ed Sheeran slept on my couch for six weeks before he was famous,” Foxx recalled during an appearance on The Graham Norton Show. “I was doing a radio show in L.A. and he knew that we do music so he came to my radio show.” The “Thinking Out Loud” crooner then asked Foxx if he would listen to some of his music. The Oscar winner did, referring to the performer as “incredible.” “I said, ‘Listen, I know you don’t have anywhere to go, just chill here,’ ” he continued. “I was giving him food and my daughter was like, 'Who do you have over here now?’ ”
PAUL SIMON ASKED TO MEET HIM
It’s no secret Sheeran has a star-studded group of fans — including Elton John and Eric Clapton — but the coolest guest he’s had at one of his concerts? Paul Simon. Sheeran told Entertainment Weekly: “I can’t remember where I was playing — Boston or Philadelphia or something — but after, my tour manager said, 'Paul Simon wants to have a drink with you.’ I’m like, 'What?! Surely someone would have said, 'Can we put Paul Simon on the guest list?’ But nope, he bought a ticket and came with his daughter, who is the sweetest.”
HE & TAYLOR SWIFT ONCE HID FROM THE COPS
During a joint interview on BBC Radio 1, the longtime besties spilled on that time they ended up hiding from police in a hotel bathroom after the 2015 Grammys. “We were at a party in Mark Ronson’s [hotel] room and then the police shut it down,” Sheeran said. “That made us feel so cool,” Swift chimed in. “We had to hide in a bathroom … I grabbed Ed and I was like, 'Cops are here. Come with me.’ Who would have thought I’d be the one who, like, knows how to get you away from the police?’ ” After escaping from the bathroom, the duo headed to another post-Grammys party, where, as Swift put it, “a lot of weird things” continued to happen. “Ed was in a special place,” Swift recalled. “We spent 10 minutes hugging koala bears.” The next morning, Swift was reminded of a run-in with a fellow musical star: “I woke up with an email from The Weeknd and he was like, 'You told me how beautiful I was for about 15 minutes straight and started to pet my hair.’ It looked really cool that night and I apparently went on and on about it … I was like ‘You’re so magnificent.’ ”
SAOIRSE RONAN GAVE HIM A TATTOO … AND MISSPELLED IT
At an April 2017 concert, Sheeran took a break from his set to share a funny story with his fans: Ronan, who stars in his music video for “Galway Girl,” was planning on inking his arm with the song title. But when the time came for her to spell out the word “Girl,” she flubbed and wrote “Grill” instead. “When we were filming it I meant to get a tattoo of her handwriting saying 'Galway Girl’ and it’s kind of point of view and I get the tattoo. It actually says Galway Grill. Like full on, full on she really took the piss out of me with this one. It actually says Galway Grill. G-r-i-l-l. I thought I’d tell you that — I haven’t told anyone that yet.”
HIS FIRST DATE WITH GIRLFRIEND CHERRY SEABORN WAS AT TAYLOR SWIFT’S FOURTH OF JULY PARTY
“I’ve known Cherry since I was 11,” the singer told PEOPLE of his girlfriend. “She worked on Wall Street in New York, and I had like six shows [around New York in 2015].” “It was around then, and we reconnected. I went on tour again, and then I went to Taylor’s 4th of July party,” he added. “I was texting [Seaborn], and she was like, 'I’m in Rhode Island at a 4th of July party,’ and I was like, 'So am I.’ I kinda said to Taylor, 'Can I invite one of my old schoolmates?’ The rest is history.”
HE HAS HOOKED UP WITH TAYLOR SWIFT’S FRIENDS
While he has always denied to hooking up with Swift, he did admit to hooking up with certain (unnamed) members of T-Swift’s famous squad—before he fell for girlfriend, of course. “Taylor’s world is celebrity,” he revealed to Rolling Stone. “I was this 22-year-old awkward British kid going on tour with the biggest artist in America, who has all these famous mates. It was very easy … I would often find myself in situations just kind of waking up and looking over and being like, 'How the f— did that happen?’ ”
HE ONCE TOOK SHOTS WITH BEYONCÉ
“She was so confused — so confused!” Sheeran recalled of the Lemonade mastermind taking a Red Bull-Jägermeister shot. Sheeran, who performed with Queen Bey at the Grammys’ Stevie Wonder tribute and the Global Citizen Festival in 2015, has also gotten to know the performer’s husband, JAY-Z. “I had the thing in my mind where you just assume something,” he told PEOPLE of his preconceived notions of the couple. “And then they’re so human and lovely and nice and normal and talk about normal things and do normal things. It was being invited into a world that you were kind of scared to enter into, and then you just realize: They’re a very, very loving couple, and it’s obviously a world that’s filled with love and respect, and it’s lovely to see. I feel like the media and the public see one thing, and what it actually is, it’s a really cool thing. And they’re really nice people.”
HE DRUNKENLY HIT JUSTIN BIEBER WITH A GOLF CLUB
In an interview with The Guardian, Sheeran recalled one drunken evening in Japan when Bieber challenged him to hit a golf ball off a dangerous tee: his mouth. “We’d been out to a dive bar. He just drank water and I got hammered,” Sheeran explained. “Then we went to a golf course, and he lay on the floor and put a golf ball in his mouth and told me to hit it out of his mouth. I was like, 'F—, I need to aim this properly,’ and I swung.” Predictably, the stunt did not work out as hoped. “You know in films when someone gets punched, and you hear that fake sound, like a slap? But in real life when someone gets punched, you hear that dull thud, a bit sickening? I heard a sound like the last one,” Sheeran said.
HE TAUGHT JAMES BLUNT TO WRITE MUSIC IN EXCHANGE FOR SKIING LESSONS
When it came time to develop a new sound, Blunt recruited Sheeran’s songwriting abilities while the “You’re Beautiful” crooner taught Sheeran how to ski. “I spent a lot of time in Switzerland, and he wanted to ski. So I took him on a skiing holiday and I was his ski instructor by day,” Blunt told PEOPLE Now. “And by night, he taught me how to write songs.” “He said, this is your job, let’s write something really open and genuine,” Blunt added. “It was a real education. It took me back to how I started off.”
PRINCESS BEATRICE SLASHED HIS FACE WITH A SWORD AT A ROWDY PARTY
During an appearance on The Graham Norton Show, Sheeran seemed to confirm rumors that Princess Beatrice accidentally slashed his face with a sword while pretending to knight James Blunt at a party. “I have no idea how it came out as there weren’t a lot of people there that night,” Sheeran told Norton on the hit BBC One talk show. “For two weeks after, I had a huge gash on my face and would tell people I fell and then suddenly, the story came out.”
Questa storia di Napoli tra le città più pericolose, mi sta facendo venire voglia di ritornarci. Ci sono stata quando avevo sette anni e mia madre aveva preso l'albergo in un simpatico posto malfamato. Chiaramente lei ha deciso di non muoversi da lì e poi mi ha incolpata. Quindi boh, occasione sprecatissima
Napoli a prescindere da tutto è da vedere! Molti si soffermano sulla solita “cartolina” del Vesuvio che s’intravede sul lungomare di Mergellina (che è straordinaria per carità), ma è anche una città ricca di storia e di monumenti. Solo il centro storico di Napoli è il più vasto d’Europa (si contano più di 200 chiese nel centro storico, per farti capire di cosa sto parlando), e in quanto a numero di monumenti e luoghi d’interesse credo che solo Roma la superi. Per non parlare di Napoli sotterranea, della metropolitana (la metropolitana più bella d’Europa, uno spettacolo di arte contemporanea e non solo), dei paesi limitrofi come Pompei ed Ercolano, delle isole Capri/Procida/Ischia. Napoli è uno spettacolo, è la città italiana più completa, trovi storia, arte, modernità, bellezze naturali, nessuna città italiana è variegata quanto Napoli.
Andrew Joseph Minyard doesn’t know a thing about Nathaniel Wesninski until he’s sent to kill him.
That’s perhaps more unusual than one would suspect, knowing Andrew. His general disinterest is well known, but he has a personal stake in knowing the movers and shakers of the magical families on the East Coast.
Know your enemies, and all that. Andrew didn’t used to have those, until he met Kevin Day and finally picked a side that wasn’t himself and his best interests. Now he kills people for righteousness, or what the fuck ever.
“The Wesninskis have a new leader,” Wymack tells them, hands folded on his desk like this is very serious news. “It’s Nathan’s kid, apparently. He’s cleaned house. Or it might be more accurate to say that he wiped the old circle off of the map entirely.”
Like he always does, Kevin goes pale at the mention of one of those families. Wymack flicks him a glance before continuing, “It’s not immediately clear where he stands on the old family alliances, but it makes sense for us to move now while he’s unsettled.”
Andrew can see where this is going already. “I didn’t realise we were killing off children now.”
Wymack shoots him a level look. “He’s twenty-two. Barely younger than you.”
“Well, I suppose that’s alright then,” Andrew replies agreeably. “When do I leave?”
“Hold on. Didn’t he kill his own father?” Nicky cuts in. “Shouldn’t that require a little more investigation than ‘when do I leave’?”
Dan waves a hand. “He’s a mage. Killer or not, he won’t be able to protect himself against non-magical weapons.”
“Don’t worry Nicky. I don’t like to be too well prepared,” Andrew says. It’s not meant to be soothing.
That’s how he ends up crawling through an upper-storey window of the Wesninski mansion, cursing mages and rusted locks. The house is probably warded - Andrew couldn’t say. To him it’s just like breaking into any other house.
What he does notice is the complete emptiness of the building. While mages don’t often have non-magical defence - and Andrew would be a lot less successful if they invested in some attack dogs, or even burglar alarms - they do generally at least have people. But every room he passes - soundlessly, of course - has its door flung wide open to display its total emptiness.
Every instinct he has is screaming. For a moment, he wonders if Wesninski has cleared out of the house entirely. But, despite the limited information for this trip, Andrew knows Wymack wouldn’t send him on a wild goose chase. The mage is here.
He creeps down the stairs, sticking close to the wall. It’s a broad staircase, gaudy even in the near-darkness. Apparently the elder Wesninski had more money than taste.
The lounge is no more elegant, and still empty of people. Beyond it, though, light falls from the doorway. Andrew creeps towards it, palming one of his knives.
Apparently, all his quiet was wasted. The person through the door is waiting for him - and this, having met Nathan, is definitely his son.
Twenty-two he may be, but Wesninski looks like a kid. With his fair falling into his face as he slouches against the kitchen island, he looks nothing like someone who could have killed Nathan and the entire rest of his circle in one fell swoop. Any tracery of magic in him isn’t detectable to Andrew though - for all he knows, the air could be singing with it.
The only giveaway that this man isn’t as normal as Andrew is the curling tattoo emerging over the collar of his t-shirt. It’s a mage-mark, and it’s large. Even Kevin, the most powerful of the Foxes in terms of sheer strength, doesn’t have one that extends so far across his skin.
“You’re AJ Minyard,” Wesninski says. He looks excited about that. Andrew didn’t realise he was a groupie. It’s the danger of being a contract killer - being known by your signature. Andrew is Andrew, except when he’s AJ and earning his keep in blood.
“Usually, your kind is throwing spells by now,” he replies blandly. Not that it ever helps them.
“That would be a waste of time, though. Wouldn’t it?” Wesninski says. “You’re immune.”
Well then. “You’re smarter than you look,” Andrew informs him.
“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why you’re so successful,” Wesninski shrugs. “I need to send a message to Kevin.”
Wesninski isn’t following the script. Andrew glances at his watch - usually they’d have gotten past the initial failed attempt to blast Andrew off of the face of the earth with magic and moved onto either running - unusual, mages didn’t like to run - or begging. “Do I look like a messenger to you?”
That earns a thin smile. “Oh, I’m sorry. Is that demeaning?”
“If you think I’m here for that, then you’re confused,” Andrew says.
Wesninski throws his arms wide. “Well, go ahead then. You know I can’t fight you. And it’s not like I can run.”
Fuck’s sake, Andrew didn’t come here for a conversation. Still, though - he throws a glance at Wesninski’s legs. “Too lazy for it?”
“Not exactly. I know you probably don’t care for magical theory, so the short explanation is that right now I can’t leave this house. Hence wanting to speak with Kevin. The best I could do is hide in a closet, and I can’t imagine that would deter you.”
“As sob-stories go, you might want to try ‘but I have children and a wife’,” Andrew advises.
“As if that would help me.” Wesninski rolls his eyes. “That’s fine. I wasn’t expecting you to help me for free. I’ll give you something you want in exchange.”
Andrew really should have just killed him instead of saying a word. Corpses are so much less trouble. He raises an eyebrow to signal that his patience is wearing thin.
“If you want a chance at getting anywhere near Riko Moriyama, you’ll help me,” Wesninski says.
That’s an interesting offer. “What makes you think I care about that?”
“Do you think it isn’t common knowledge in the upper circles about what happened between him and Kevin?” Wesninski says. “Plus you’ve been working your way through all the high blood families over the last year. I figured a Moriyama must be right up there on your wish list. Particularly that one.”
He isn’t wrong. “I’m not here to make a deal with you.”
“Are you sure about that?” That smile again. It’s really a wonder someone so irritating hasn’t been killed already. “I have access to the Moriyamas now, whether they like it or not. I think you’d like to make use of that. Better move fast, though - you aren’t the only one who wants to kill me.”
Riko would already be dead if he were easier to get to. And Nathaniel now has his father’s seat on the council, even if he killed for it - succession is muddy and ugly amongst mages at the best of times. He’d hardly be the first to do it that way.
He’s right. Andrew could use that. Getting into Castle Evermore is difficult, and Nathaniel has a free pass through the front gates. If he could smuggle Andrew inside…if he were willing to do so…
“What’s in it for you?” Andrew asks.
“What, you mean besides you not murdering me tonight and me getting out of this fucking house?” So sardonic. “I don’t like the Moriyamas any more than you do, Wesninski blood or no. I don’t care if I die, as long as Riko goes first.”
It seems their interests all line up. Andrew can deal with Riko at last, and might even get a shot at the other Moriyamas in the process. He smiles a little bit, feeling his face cracking.
“Well, Nathaniel. Looks like you might be useful to me after all.”
Wesninski makes a face. “I go by ‘Nate’.”
“I really don’t care,” Andrew tells him. “I would say ‘wait here’, but I suppose that’s irrelevant, isn’t it? I’ll come to you.”
The with a message or a knife is unspoken but clearly implied. Nathaniel - Nate - smiles thinly.
“Better hurry,” he says. “Offer ends if I’m dead.”
Non c'è nessuno che ti abbia ferito più di quanto ti abbia ferito io, ma non c'è nessuno che ti ami come ti ho amato io.
Prometto di non prenderla sul personale se stai voltando pagina con qualcuno di nuovo, perché tesoro sembri più felice.
I miei amici mi hanno detto che un giorno lo sarò anche io e fino ad allora sorriderò per nascondere la verità, ma io so che ero più felice con te.