You would be proud of me, but you’re not here to see that. I bought that ticket to southern Italy, you know I always wanted to go. What if I tell you I’m going alone? Well, my dear, no friends, no handsome boys, and no you. I’d like to see your face right now.  You always said I couldn’t do anything on my own. And you were right. I spent a lot of time depending on others, on the presence of someone to be able to live my life. I was always waiting for something. I confess that this worked up to a certain point, but it stopped working. Nothing…