The details of our separation are known only to us. Giullia and I. What we were it's not who we are now. The weather is cool and quiet. The moon is shining brightly above. A romantic night and I am home alone. A place we shared together. Now my fortress of solitude. It is a time of regret and seclusion.There are still traces of her from room to room. Strands of hair. Clothes. Pictures and perfume. I'm reminded of what used to be and what will never be again. There are levels to this pain. Looking into each other's eyes and realizing the connection between us is gone. Talking about saying goodbye then actually saying the words. Separation and finally moving out. Then moving on.However, there has been no pain comprable to an hour ago seeing Guillia with... him.Now she is in the glow of another, who is touching the ends of her brown hair. Staring intently into her green eyes. And most painful of all, the way she looks back at him in return. I recognize this look. I received it generously more times than maybe I should have. Although i seen her by accident, I was discreet. I walked away. I wouldn't want her to see me this way. In ruins.Walking home I prayed for rain. I want to drown myself in a melancholy mood. Giullia in love is a wonderful sight to behold, even with someone else. And so, this is what I have to live with. Maybe the rest of my life. Starting now... The hours until morning will be everlasting. Each minute that passes by will feel like stab wounds to my heart. I am unable to stop the tears flowing down my cheeks. And I look out the window. It's such a romantic night...