Day one was beautiful. All we did was sleep, but we slept together. It was beautiful.
His strong arms were around me; holding me close just like (they) did before. Before it all happened. Before he forgot my love.
Before he slept with his strong arms around her.
"(don't) do it again, Harry." I cried to him that sad night. "Please don't."
But it didn't matter now because he was here with me in Italy.
The second day was wonderful, too. Different from the first, but still a good day. We walked around small shops and stopped for coffee at a small café. He ordered a cappuccino and I got a latte.
There was an old couple sitting at a table in the café. Two glasses of red wine sat half empty in front of them. They looked happy. But everyone was staring at them like they didn't (understand).
It was probably because they were drinking wine in a coffee shop.
"Harry," I asked. "Do you think that could be (us) someday?"
"No," he said. "People shouldn't drink wine in a coffee shop."
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I am really enjoying writing this :)
What do you guys think so far? xx
