"I ᴄᴀʟʟʜᴇʀᴛʜᴇᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴄᴀᴜsᴇ sʜᴇᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇᴡᴀɴɴᴀ sɪɴᴀɴᴅᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇᴋɴᴏᴄᴋs ɪᴄᴀɴ'ᴛʜᴇʟᴘʙᴜᴛʟᴇᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ." -Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
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So many memories here. So many things that happened here. "Home sweet home," My happily Marzila said. Getting off our private plane. She puts her sunglasses on, I do the same. I followed behind her. Our drivers are here already escorting us into the car. "Wanna tell me why the sudden need to come to New York?" I asked her. She was enjoying the view of the outside, as the driving was driving us to our home.
She shrugged. "Come on baby, there's something you aren't telling me." Soon I'll find out for myself. "Remember how we always go shopping for our little toys." She reminded me.Nodding my head. "I also remember how we were always on the front page of the magazines. Saying how we were secretly dating is 'cause we spent so much time together." I also reminded her.
When we went out together we got rumored to be secretly dating. We were, but nobody didn't know that. Girls have always hated how I spent so much time with Marzila when we were young. Some came up to me, asking for a night out. They don't like how I kept saying no. I was happily dating Marzila. She has been everything to me since she was born. Since I'm two years older than her.
We taught each other how to live life with each other. I went four years living without her, I somewhat lost myself. I became something people were afraid of. When she came back into my life it seemed as if I was alive again. The feelings of a sting on my cheek, I was slapped. "What was that for?" I was bewildered.
"I was talking, you weren't listening to me. Next time listen to me, next slap it's going to the same." Not even going to talk back, knowing she'll slap me again.
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Marzila decided she wanted to get something done. I insisted that I do it for her, we argued back and forth. She can be stubborn as hell. In the time being I'm working out with an old friend of mine from high school. "Massimo, are you okay?" Noah, the friend from high school asked me. Practicing my moves on the punching bag. "Never better. How is Alina, haven't heard anything come out of your mouth about her.?" Alina and Noah were the back and forth couple throughout high and middle school.
