Part 3: He loves Her and then leaves Her
I woke up on a Thursday morning… alone. I had a killer hangover, and I was confused. I groaned, placing a pillow over my head to block out the light. Wait. Why do I have a pillow? And why am I in a bed? And where are my clothes? All of my memories suddenly came flooding back, making my headache worse. The most recent one flashed in my head, causing my eyes to water.
“Maybe Blake just went out to get breakfast of something? Yeah. He’s probably coming right back,” I tried to reassure myself. It was working until I saw a note on the bedside table. In my heart, I already knew what it said, but I just had to read it for myself.
Mia Rosa, I am sorry I had to do this. But, you and I both know we cannot be together. However, these last few hours I have spent with you, il mio amore, were the best of my entire life. I will forever cherish this gift you allowed me to take, however I knew that if I had stayed with you throughout the night, there is no way I would have been able to leave. Please, amore, believe me when I say to you that this is what is best for the both of us. I am no good for you; the life that I live is no place for you. We shall never meet again in person, but I know that we shall meet every night in our dreams, my love. I know we have not known each other for any more than one night, but I am truly, deeply, and madly in love with you, Julienetta. Thank you for allowing me to pretend you could be mine for one night, and I hope you never forget me, for I shall never forget you, amore.
-Your Romeo
By the end of the not I was sobbing. I now realize that I was in love with him too, and now my heart is breaking into thousands of pieces; impossible to be put back together again. However, he was right, we could never be together. It had to happen eventually. But that doesn’t make the pain of the loss any easier to bear. I was madly in love with Romeo Blake Montaguelli and there was no getting around it. And what’s worse is I am already engaged to be married to another man.
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