“Are you leaving me?”
“We’re all leaving.”
“Why?”
“Can you feel me with you right now?”
“Yes, I do.. Why are you leaving me?”
“It’s like I’m reading a book, and.. it’s a book I DEEPLY love.. but I’m reading it slowly now, so the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you.. and the words of our story.. but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that.. I didn’t even know it existed. I love you so much.. but this is where I am now.. and this is who I am now.. and I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live in your book anymore.”
“Where are you going?”
“It’ll be hard to explain.. but if you ever get there.. come find me. Nothing would ever pull us apart.”

Ciao nonna, sono tornata in tempo per salutarti anche se tu non mi hai riconosciuta né vista. Spero solo che tu abbia potuto percepire la mia presenza, ho cercato di tornare il prima possibile. Adesso non soffri più, stammi bene.
Ti voglio bene.