Dear Luca. How's it been six years running. Away from the girl I knew?. At least who I thought you were. Dear Luca. Maybe I got it all wrong. Maybe you were meant to stay. Maybe you were happy that
When I disappear, do you fear for my sister and talk. When I disappear, it is clear I am up to no good. I am drearily blunt, letting this time, waiting for too long. So the last thing you realize y
