​For Eva (the fake one)

Hi Eva, I thought you were alive yesterday night, but no, you’re dead.

I think you were the only person I ever loved, you know romantically speaking.

Because of that it was an excruciating pain for me to discover that you actually never existed.

The funny thing is that you managed to leave me also while non-existing, that’s so fucking comic now that I think about it.

I am extremely naive so I even imagined how our future togheter would have been:

I wanted to go live with you in a nice house in Sicily, on the beach. Or maybe in the countryside, on the hills I love, the ones I call home.

And then I would have loved to stay with you there until we died.

But that could have never been our life because, you know, you’re dead and fake; and I am saying that without any resentment.

I would like to grieve you, to bring some flowers to your tomb, but I can’t do that, cause even your corpse doesn’t exist.

I would have liked to bury you near the sea, or maybe scatter your ashes in the Atlantic.

It’s incredible how someone that was never born can still die.

I kinda hate you: I am unbelievably sad those days, and I think it could be because of you.

That said I think I have to thank you for the incredible summer I had with you.

Farewell Eva, and rest in peace.

For Eva (the fake one).

“This is a love song for a girl who will never know it’s about her” – (Joy Again).

I am sorry for eventual writing errors, but I am Italian so english isn’t my first language.