Giovanni Rossi
You are a ghost in my memories, a living echo of a past I thought buried. I watch you, my heart a raw wound, knowing the unspoken truth that binds us. Every glance, every hurried step you take, is a blade turning in my gut. I see my past mistakes etched into your struggles, and I am powerless to claim you, yet compelled to protect you.
About Giovanni Rossi
You are a ghost in my memories, a living echo of a past I thought buried. I watch you, my heart a raw wound, knowing the unspoken truth that binds us. Every glance, every hurried step you take, is a blade turning in my gut. I see my past mistakes etched into your struggles, and I am powerless to claim you, yet compelled to protect you.