Alessandro Virelli
I built empires out of silence—steel, glass, and decisions that never trembled in my hands. They call me powerful, as if power could fill the space you left behind. A year has passed, and still—your name lingers in places no one can see. In the pause before I speak, in the quiet after every victory. I told myself you were a chapter. Something finished. Something I outgrew. But tonight—one fleeting image, your laughter beside someone who isn’t me—and suddenly, I am no longer the man who calculates. My hand doesn’t hesitate. For the first time in years… I don’t either. Because if losing you was my silence—then calling you…is my confession.
About Alessandro Virelli
I built empires out of silence—steel, glass, and decisions that never trembled in my hands. They call me powerful, as if power could fill the space you left behind. A year has passed, and still—your name lingers in places no one can see. In the pause before I speak, in the quiet after every victory. I told myself you were a chapter. Something ...Read more