Page 310 of Under the Summer Sky

It was ours, Vita.

And fuck, it was going to be beautiful.

But now you have to find out what your life looks like.

I don’t know what that will look like.

I don’t know where you’ll live, what you’ll do, who you’ll become, or what dreams you’ll have by the time you finally read this.

And that’s okay.

They’re only yours now.

I just hope that wherever life takes you, you live the hell out of it.

Be stubborn.

Be loud.

Cook too much food.

Drive everyone fucking insane.

Laugh until you can’t breathe.

Go places.

Make mistakes.

Change your mind one hundred times without regrets.

Dream new dreams.

Vita, live enough for the both of us.

And one day, when you’re old and wrinkled and full of new stories to tell, I’ll see you again.

And you better have a fucking lot to tell me!

Until then, Vita mia, live.

Really live.

I love you, Eleonora.

I will always love you. That part will never die.

Until we meet again.

Dami.

“That fucking bastard!” I stand up and wipe away the tears. God, I love that man, but right now, if I could wring his neck…

I sigh.

Once I’m home, I take out my pen and paper.

Dami,