D O D I C I

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Two years darling. I held your hand two years ago. On one hand, it felt like an eternity, but on other, it passed really quickly.

If someone asked me what has happened during those two years, I'd have no idea how I'd respond. I stopped watching the news because you hated when I did. I stopped going out with friends. Because they were your friends too and I was too afraid they'd mention you. Talk shit about my love. On the weekends I'd just chill in our house, repeating to myself you were sitting next to me on the couch. I watched your favorite movie, the Notebook millions of times. Even though I have always hated it.

If two years ago you'd ask me what we'd be doing, I'd say we would have children and live in that big house you chose. I would smile every day and kiss you good night. We'd go party with our friends, to maybe we'd go on a romantic date to that nice Italian restaurant near our house.

And now, I'm writing this goddamn letter in the middle of the night to my love. Love of my life.

Writing how much you meant to me and how much I love you. And that I'll never stop.

Even when I'll damn old I would still think about you.

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