Il mestiere di vivere

May, 4 2018 Ema.. Ah, my beauty, the missing half of my life! From the very beginning, I felt “he” would be you. I see now that every moment we share is ruining me a little more. So desperate I am, in front of my faith.. It is so difficult to have to lose you here. Why do I cry now... As if the river I smelled yesterday is flowing splashingly from my eyes! Will I ever forget how you smiled naughtily that day after locking your door and putting the keys in your pocket? Can ever someone else make me forget any face of this passionate, logical, intelligent and funny man I’ve always been searching for? And that thousands of happy, anxious, angry, resentful moments I shared with him? Will this body ever be able to forget that hidden pleasure of fear I felt when he was swinging his arms in excitement while blue thunderbolts were thrown from his mad eyes to mines? What about the guilty pleasure of that morning when you suddenly entered my room and stand against me just like that? I am