My Dear Niccolo,
yes, in some questions you are right, but you're wrong about calling me an Angel. Yesterday I went to Church, but I wasn't praying, I was just standing there thinking of you and after 20 minutes I left. I left God because you have taken my soul. You have my soul and I don't love anything else, not this company, not my students, I will never go to Florence without you, I'll never see the tomb of Machiavelli, I cannot and I don't want to see alI of it anymore.I don't know why, but I feel that we are the same. I'm two dimentional too: I love or hate - as you can see. We're two bastards, My Dear and we love being bastards. Literature only tries to make us better that's why we love it.
You're right: I know that you're close to me and you touch me every night, I know when you're sitting on a computer because I wake up and I look at the hour. And I know that you touch me and desire me, because.....I feel you. You can guess the rest. And I know that we'll be sitting like that and thinking about each other until....We're both not honest; even making love to someone else I would be thinking of you and you have the same feeling, I know it because I can feel your touch during all nights.
You know that I started writing a book, a dictionary, I already have almost 60 pages of it and I've already been talking with sponsors ( I will not mention where because you HATE his name, he, he, he..) and I'll dedicate it to you: to the only beloved man in this world who took my soul. That's how our real names will stay together forever in the history of literature and you cannot change this decision, don't even ask me. You took away my passion for WDK and for all the ecology in the world, but tomorrow I'm going to the Jagellonian University to continue my work on this book that's my last passion, my "child" that will live many centuries longer than me and now this is going to be "our" second child, the eternal one. We will be like Tristan and Izolda - I love this book most.
Your Angel forever