You're alive, you are and have always been the most lively person I've ever met. Your voice, I can hear your voice infinitely echoing in my ears. I can't believe what people say... And your echoes are more important than their spoken words... Happy Valentine's, my love.

We took wonderful walks in the surroundings of your house, in the city center and in the promenade streets close to the harbour. You were always so concerned with attention to details of your look, but you didn't care at all if the wind was messing up our hair. And you looked so beautiful when you were smiling, in the wind.

Happy birthday, amore mio. We have a lot to remember. Unique things we could only live together. I love you so much. Excuse me for I am sad and my music so melancholic. As for me, you... you just left for a travel, even though the most important of our lives. But my music knows you won't be right back.

I hope all the angels are singing their own way in epic delight for your birthday, and that your unforgettable eyes are surrounded with the most gorgeous flowers and red gold jewels. I love you with all of my heart, amore mio. I am instead really sorry that I can't be about as I should and as I desire, these days. You know why and please, baby, understand the way I feel even though I know you wouldn't like it. And accept my lonely tears... my tears in music.

I couldn't be there whilst it really counted. I couldn't remember our forever lasting laughs together, when I needed it the most. Fortune left me blank and blind first slowly, then to deepest point all of a sudden. I forgot how to passionately play your guardian angel's role, or any useful role. It hurts so much to know now that... just a little more trust in our game, was all we needed.

I trusted the pure air of Sweden, I would've come and lived there with you. But we never pulled it off. Your loved Sweden was offended and then its soaring winds began to scorch our hearts.

Life seemed so easy. It seemed you trusted our life, our life together. And for the sake of our ideas of family we went on, even thousands miles apart. But life is not easy at all, never.

When I couldn't understand your ways, but had no reservations whatsoever... Sorry for running away in Via Veneto, that day, my love.

I thought colourful butterflies could live forever... Live in colours forever...

Do you remember that rush to the airport?! I was very sad after that...

There were so many rainy days, that spring. I was trying to do my best driving you around! Rome is better when it's sunny and starry… I think. But I loved every single second with you anyways.

I loved that Easter in Florence and my memories are so fiercely immortal, my love.

We were having fun, the world was in our hands; we could go through everything if just we focused more on our time together. It was the time of our lives... and it was excruciatingly sad when you were leaving all of a sudden...

Your golden smile, your sudden changes, your fuzzy logic, your sweet baby voices, my sadness when your left every time. Your eyes of mystery, your social façade, the good times around, years of waiting and never leaving hope... Your tender, immaculate skin; your fright. My awkward way of loving and taking care of a butterfly... I am just struggling to survive, on the trails of the gorgeous colours you left behind.

We were playing every single moment together and having fun. It was incredibly sad when you were leaving every time all of a sudden... And the 12th of June 2013, that first time, I shouldn't let you go...

My biggest mistake... Letting you go...

I tried to do everything in the name of coherence and love. you did what you could as well... Sparse guitar lines, organs, electronics, piano... in memory of my beloved Louise. Every single note thought and felt in your memory, love...

That Wednesday evening and night when we were walking along Via del Corso, you were not still 21 years old, we drank a cocktail (like you surely had others over time with your friends) at Hotel Roma, before our dinner at Hamasei. We lived something unique that night and many other times in 2013. For me... it was like dancing all the time with my mind, I was so happy, my soul was jumping in delight and blowing like breeze through all those big and beautiful rooms of the Hotel. Walking to and from there and staying there you and me, with the sweet company of the red roses I bought, and a little rain outside, in the wait of our dinner but secretely of an unknown future of happiness and big chances... It all was so so so beautiful with you, my love...