When love doesn't respond

Prologue

" Milan Ivanova, may you tell us more about Mr. Oliveira?". The reporter asked me without noticing his hands were shaking. I could see his eyes filled with curiosity. I was walking out of the Luxury Mode Fashion building when this reporter caught my attention. Oh boy, how much fame you can cause Diego. It is your birthday after all. I smiled at myself and instead of answering I just kept walking. It was a cloudy day and a Blossom Hill wine was my drink mood. Finally at my condo, I took off my Dolce&Gabanna black and gold heels which were stopping my blood circulation since I left to work. Wearing this type of shoes does not feel the same in your thirties as in your twenties may I say. Leaving my Cartier purse at the couch, I slowly lay down in my bed, letting my long blond hair brush my face. I just had one thought in my head. Him. The one who everyone wanted but he was just too busy eating and being my best friend. He did not care about fashion nor brands. Just a hot brazilian guy with a lot to give but not a lot to take. I remember those times when life was so simple and all you could do was to love and breathe. I try not to think of Diego Oliveira , but today is the exception."Happy birthday...you are finally thirty-six...",I spoke out loud." Will you keep your promise...?". I felt a bit pathetic because my only response was the dead silence of my room. I got up and went to my crystal desk to search for my old diary. Checking the very last page of the pink rose journal, I saw again what Diego wrote for me. Old memories arrived as I read it over. With tears in my eyes, I let go of my diary and agony surrounds my soul. Is a curse I have learned to live with. The curse that has kept me dying inside all these years. Still sobbing, I softly confessed,"Forgive me Diego... I was too late".

Milan's Diary

May 21, 1999

"My Milan, I do not know what to do, for my heart has denied everything that is not you. I still go to the lighthouse where my soul searches for every memory that we have shared. I do not know if you will ever read this when you get back from Paris. Just know, I am still keeping our promise. I will always keep it. At the end, it was a request of my first true love. I will be waiting for you, please don't be late. Though, infinity is my time limit for my Milan."

yours forever -D.O