So, it’s again you and me, Mario.
Haven’t written to you for some days, sorry but I was trying to forget you..again..
Guess I can’t forget you. What a pity!
I was thinking about you and how I hate you now for everything you’ve done to me.
Something inside me says: “Hey Ena, stop crying, he is not worth that.”
Now I am sure that you are just another silly bastard. Fucking asshole.
Was wondering where are you now, are you thinking of me…but the most asked question in my head is “Do you have a heart?”
I know you still don’t, so I feel sad for you.
I will give you my heart, Mario.
Even just for a day, I want you to feel the storm that’s inside it.
I want you to feel how loved were you when I didn’t know anything about you.
I want you to feel how hated are you now when I know the truth.
I want you to feel the odium I felt when you lied to me.
I want you to feel the sadness in my heart cause after all this shit, I still like you.
I want you to feel the tears my heart cries at night when I miss you the most.
I want you to feel the pieces of the broken heart pricking your chest all the time.
I want you to feel the blood that is running through the heart.
I want you to feel the bad things you did to me and I hope your conscience will eat you.
I hope you will not sleep at night, Mario.
I hope you will dream that broken heart that won’t give you peace and you will not be able to breath without me.

- Enna (I write for him)