AMORE IMPERFETTO

❤TWO❤

Am busy tidying my house so that I can go to work when my front door is suddenly opened, I don't have any friends just many enemies. I just don't get why, am a nice girl it is very disturbing and emotional wrecking, if I had any emotions, or if I wasn't distrubed already.

"Who is there?" I ask creeping closer to the door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, its me." He says in his deep voice, and I know exactly who it is. I feel tears welling in my eyes but I swallow them back and put on my big girl face.

I watch in horror as the handsome face I swore to hate and hear ago stands at my doorstep. I look him head to toe confirming if he is real, how did he even know where I lived? He left me broken and poor to fend for myself on the streets of Chicago but then somehow I found myself in New York working in Brooklyn a few Subways away.

I take in his features which seem to not have changed at all, his dark hair shining on his head, blue orbs which stand out in any crowd his six inch height, the pale perfectly tanned skin. God those biceps, and broad chest that cuddled with me whenever I was haunted by shadows of the past, heaven why did you make him so drop dead gorgeous! Even his ass is amazing and his muscular thighs; why is he so damn hot. Tracey who has never met him squeals.

"LOGAN!' I spit out his name with all the venom I have piled for all those years.

"You were planning to defend yourself with that, I thought I taught you better, Elizabeth," Logan says in his British accent, and trust me he has this way that he says my name that just makes me weak on the knees, and it working.

"Logan, its ummmm.. Its... Been long," I manage to compose myself, "What do you want," I say putting down my fork, yes, I was defending myself with a fork. It is the best weapon when you know kungfu, I mean have you met Jackie Chan, I know you haven't and neither have I.

"I want you Elizabeth, just you," he says. I can swear he can hear my heart beating.

I try to recall my practiced speech but my brain and mouth are not functioning together.

"Logan, I please... Please leave me alone," I tell him, scratch that, I plead with him. He is the one person that I can't trash talk and it sucks.

"I miss you, Elizabeth, my heart aches for you. My whole body, aches for you, Elizabeth," he says and for a minute I want to believe him but then I remember how he made me feel, he broke a part of me that will never be repaired again.

"So what you mean is you want to fuck me? That's what brought you here, right?" I ask shooting daggers his way.

"Babe, I miss you so damn much." He says looking at me with his ocean eyes. I wonna look away but I can't, I wonna walk away, but I can't. This is what I hate about him. The control he has on my body, mind, my everything.

"Logan.... I..." I wonna say something but even my voice of sense is not cooperating with me. I knew he would show up. I have a whole speech prepared for him, but seeing him here, now, it breaks me and am back to where I was an year ago.

"Liz, Elizabeth, I am sorry for what I said that day I truly am, I have lived to dread that day and every day I hurt you with every fiber in my body, please Liz. I beg you. Please forgive me." He says and at this point tears are already welling in my eyes, not because of his words but because of the memory of what he did to me. I break down in front of the man who I swore to hate. See, this is why I can never seem to hate him he knows just what to say to win me back.

"Logan please, you can't keep doing this. Am fed up with your excuses, am fed up with making my heart to love you, then hate you on am fed up with you. I learnt when to quit, when to walk away, that's what you have to do right now. Let. me. go." I say stabbing his chest with my index finger.