People leave me. They always do and always will. First my wonderful mother and then my Amore. My one and only Amore. She could be in a box buried ten feet off the ground but I'd still feel her nestled on the very top of my broken heart.
I closed my eyes and all I could feel was her tiny hands holding mine. The way her bambi eyes crinkling at the sides. The way she gasped my name when I held her that night.
This world now seemed like a distasteful and bland food that I wouldn't even spare a glance at.
My life consisted of me lying in my bed and crying. Crying for the loss of the love of my life. Mourning at the emptiness I felt without her.
She maybe physically dead but her love still lived inside my heart. Safely nestled at the crown of my memories.
Our love story wasn't like Romeo and Juliet or like Lolita and Humbert's.
No it was far from those romantic novels that even though they had sad ending at least they died together.
Romeo stung a knife on his heart when he realized that his Juliet was dead. But then again she wasn't dead. But after she saw him all pooled on by his own blood with nothing but one thing on her mind. She had been dead too.
Humbert died in prison the same day Lolita gave birth and died too.
My Love for Amore was sad and soulful. Four years of falling in love with Amore and I had learned so much more.
She wasn't just an ex dead lover to me, no she was far from that.
She was the queen of my heart. The jewel of my soul. The rhythm of my breath.
And maybe someday I could meet her.
Someday.
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My Love For Amore
Short StoryIt was an evening that I would never forget. The time that I would cherish till the day I got old. We were in own little world. Her making a miniature snowman and castles of icy hope and me a lanky boy named James admiring his Amore from afar. [shor...
