Shoulder High We Bring You Home
We had been separated by an ocean, but distance didn’t seem to matter because we had an affair via email and Skype, and he could correct my Italian through any medium. I will miss you terribly Roberto, and I don’t know what I will do with all the random thoughts in my head. Maybe I will bubble them. Maybe I will post them here. But for some reason, I don’t feel like sharing right now. Chi ben vive, ben muore.
