« If I told you about her, what would I say ? That they lived happily ever after forever ? I believe they did. That they were in love, that they remained in love ? I'm sure that's true. But when I think of her, of Elisa, the only thing that comes in mind is a poem, whispered by someone in love, hundreds of years ago : "Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere." » ⸻; 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧.