Remember when you said we should live with each other and be unhappy so we could be happy ? cosider it a testimony to how much I love you .. that I spent so long pouring myself into that offer trying to make it work .. But a friend took me to the most amazing place, the other day. It’s called the Augusteum. It’s one of the quietest and loneliest places in Rome. It feels like a precious wound , like a heartbreak you won’t let go of because it hurts too good. We all want things to stay the same, Davide. Settle for living in misery because we’re afraid of change of things crumbling to ruins. Then I looked around in this place, at the chaos it’s endured , the way it’s been adapted, burned, pillaged .. then found a way to build itself back up again, and I was reassured. May be my life hasn’t been so chaotic. It’s just the world that is. And the only real trap is getting attached to any of it. Ruin is a gift. Ruin is the road to transformation. Even in this eternal city, the  Augusteum showed me that we must always be prepared to endless waves of transformation.   Both of us deserve better than staying together because we’re afraid we’ll be destroyed if we don’t.