"do you really need all of these?" mattia asked me , pointing to the huge pile of fairy lights.
"they make the room look pretty" i said and he just shook his head and laughed at me.
"where are our printed photos" he asked me.
"in the box under the bed" i said and he nodded and got the box out.
"i'm taking these two" he said showing me the photos.
(CAN WE ALL PRETEND PLEASE AND THANK YOU)
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"those are the only good pictures we have" i laughed.
"no we have the photobooth ones too" he said showing me them.
"i'm taking these then" i said and he nodded and gave them to me and i think i was staring at them for too long because my eyes were watering and i didn't even realise.
"baby you good?" mattia asked , tilting my head up.
"whoa why are you crying" he asked , wiping my eyes.
"i'm not crying!" i cried and he looked at me and held my face.
"you always act like crying is a bad thing, it's not" he said gently.
"but bad bitches don't cry"
"bad bitches do cry, they just like to act like they don't because they feel more secure when people don't know" he said and i looked at him. this bitch just exposed me to myself.
"stop making sense i don't like it" i sniffed.
"but why are you crying?" he asked.
"because i know this is gonna be so fucking hard" i said quietly.
"it will but it's gonna work out okay" he said , taking my hands into his.
"but i stayed in jersey so we wouldn't have to do the distance"
"a different country is a lot more distance than a 2 hour drive baby"
