My first love letter is written in frustration and a feeling of solitude. Leonardo is this  clever, talented, beautiful - and therefore ambitious - man. At some point I found myself devaluing myself and I saw him as bigger than me. It felt like he didn't see me, cause all he cared about was his own stuff. I had to find a way of telling him, and so I spent 7 days by the piano in my bed. I fine-tuned the lyrics and melodies to the point where they hurt to sing and made sense to him.