That euphoric feeling you get installed into you when that one person touches you, talks to you, says your name, looks at you, can all be ripped away in an instant.
He proved to me that love can end just as quickly as it started. He showed me the thin line between love and hate, yet I still can't bring myself to hate the man who made me the strong woman I am today. His name alone gives me butterflies in the pit of my stomach where they do not belong. He left me and walked away yet I'm the one who is not mad but I'm the one who understands why he did what he did.
I'm overbearing at times and I drive everyone to the edge but he said he would never let me do that to him, and yet I did.
I always dream of the same thing as any girl. The perfect love story. Simply someone who will love me with all my imperfections and the baggage I carry, the self-destroying thoughts that run through my head on repeat, never leaving me happy with myself, someone who will be able to deal with my mood swings and someone who will read to me my favourite books as well as the classics, I want someone to love me and give me a cliche romance. But since when did we ever get what we want, you know how the saying goes, 'I want doesn't get'. Only now have I realised the truth in that statement.
He walked away as if it was the easiest thing to do in the world.
"Arrivederci amore mio tornerò presto. Non dimenticarti di me." These words were his last words to me before he left, his thick Italian accent is what drew me to him but what I did not know is when he'd be back, how long is soon.
(Goodbye my love, I'll be back soon. Don't forget about me)
"Goodbye Ace, Ti amo ragazze mie" I replied, the sadness softly flowing with my voice as quiet as a whisper, but I knew he heard me. He always heard me.
( I love you my babes)
A/N: hey I'm Brooke and I'm the author, I know this book is probably really shit, I started writing this when I was 14 i think, tbh I can't remember but I'm now 15 and ik it's not a lot like it's a few months maybe i really don't know, but anyways I'm very sorry if this is shit but you know I'm a teenager who wants the toxic relationships that are as cliche as they come, also I'm English but saying "babe" to me doesn't sound right so I always say "my babes" or "babes" it just makes it flow nicer you know. Anyways enough of my rambling. I love you, whoever reads this and this book is definitely a work in progress and it'll take me a while but anyways. Goodbye my babes
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