The last one

Now that you're gone, here's my wish: I wish someday, somehow, you'll understand there are reasons for a person to lie sometimes. And that lying on something, sometimes, it's the only way to keep buried something that hurts.

That day, if YOU'll be lucky, you'll understand too how selfish and immature is your behaviour when you keep teasing someone who already apologised, and payed with his heart.

Reasons for lying are there precisely to explain why someone had to hide his deepest truths, if you don't listen to them, keeping thinking that what you believe is the only logical truth that exists, you're going to lose people. As you did, with me. Funny thing is: you said you don't care, but you kept playing bastard with me although you knew I was deeply hurt until our very last night out. Not even a kid would have behaved that way...

Time will come for you to understand, and when you'll do, remember my face that last night. If you'll feel even a bit guilty, showing you're a full grown up man, then, and only then, I'll wish you this:





Farewell, and don't say che mi vuoi bene ever again until you've understood, now that's a lie.

The Lady