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"Ven, acercate. Ven, y abrazame."
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I sat alone at the cafe just a couple of blocks from my flat in Paris, the place that used to be ours before you left. Now I live there alone, always alone. A warm cup of coffee sat nestled between my gloved hands. I now must restort to using a warm cup of bitter liquid to provide the warmth your hands once gave me. I can still get the faint feeling of your hand in mine, the way your thumb inched across the surface of my skin when you spoke words of reassurance to me. They way our hands seemed to fit together perfecly...
This ghost of a feeling isn't the same.
How I wish you were here Antoine.
Remember when we met?
As cliché as it seemed to my friends when I told them about it, we met here. At this quaint little cafe in the ever so picturesque Paris, the city of love. You were standing behind me when I grabbed my drink and I ended up spilling it all over you.
Surprisingly you weren't upset. You just laughed that wonderful laugh of yours that sent a million butterflies fluttering about inside me.
You even paid to get me a new drink.
I always loved that about you. You always found away to laugh about things and make them better. Maybe that's why we complemented each other so well. I've always been a bit of a pessimist myself. I never understood why it was that you loved me the way you did. I was always convinced there was something seriously wrong with you for loving me back because you were beautiful, you were perfect. You were my Antoine. And I was...just me. But even in my plainest form I was beautiful to you. You made me feel beautiful.
Come back Antoine.
Paris just isn't the same without you. What was once a beautiful city of magic is now dull and lifeless. Its like you took the joy of this place when you left me.
I still come to the cafe.
Everyday.
Its as though my mind wants to believe that maybe if I come here enough times then you'll show up, looking as handsome as you did the last time I saw you.
No amount of days could make me forget the love I have for you.
Please, Antoine...come back.
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very first chapter for this story.
i hope you all like it cause i worked hard to write it. lol.
anyway, CHIVAS WON YESTERDAY. I'M SO PROUD OF MY BOYS. I DON'T CARE IF THEY'RE SECOND TO LAST ON THE LEADERBOARD, AT LEAST THE ENDED THIS TOURNAMENT WITH THE LAST SHRED OF HONOR THEY HAD LEFT.
I KNOW WE WILL RECOVER.
ARRIBA LAS CHIVAS.
have a great night, day, or whatever time it is wherever you are.
thank you for reading.
i love you.
ps. brandy will be writing and posting the second chapter, in case some of you got tired of me and my long ass author's notes. haha. ^.^
-clary xx
