VENERDÌ 21:46 — i lived my life alone before you and with those that i’d never succeeded to love. and i grew so accustomed to that kind of solitude, i fought you, i did not know how to give it up. before you, had i ever known love? or had i only known misuse of the power another had over me? […] and i grew so accustomed to that kind of solitude, but i long for you now even when you just leave the room.