This book aims to be a compilation of messages, formerly adressed to a specific person, which have become the pages of a diary.
Maybe because I didn't have the courage, or because deep down I didn't want to make him suffer or, again, because I knew that his superficiality would lead him to not understand anything about my words or my feelings, what you will read are things that I never told him.
I like to think I'm typing these words on the keys of a typewriter, even if it's just the bluetooth keyboard connected to my iPad. At least my tears can't dissolve the ink. What luck!
I hope you are able to appreciate them more than he could have done.
When you are dealing with a desperate case you can't help but leave him alone... or keep to despair. It's up to you.
YOU ARE READING
Every word I wrote...
General FictionThe story of a love born under the sign of bad luck, which began with lies and ended with illusions. A compilation of messages written and never sent, to the smallest man who deluded me into the illusion of a long-term relationship and then made me...
