Drear Giovanni, I can remember it so clearly, the beatings, the rough sex afterwards, it was like some sort of apologie for you and in the morning you're no were to be seen. I'm in that cold bed where you left me feeling so unwanted... So disgusted with myself, I try to get some sense of reality in my dystopian life. I can't even remember the last time you said you loved me but I remember the time you would come home and break things that were so sacred to me, to us, the things you promised to never touch. The things you promised...
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