Ancora tu, non mi sorprende lo sai
Ancora tu, ma non dovevamo vederci più.
E come stai? Domanda inutile.
Stai come me e ci scappa da ridere.
Milan seems to have some sort of inexplicable hold over me. I fell in love the first time I visited and it’s always stayed with me. Something always happens when I’m there that makes me sink further into what feels like an unrequited love affair with this city and I’m not sure how I can remove myself from this cycle of ultimate highs and heatbreaks unless I live here.
Milano never fails to break my heart.