Young IndyCar driver Shawn Mendes has it all. Amazing family and friends, money, fame and beautiful girls at his beck and call. Well... all except for a certain brunette who seems immune to his popularity and charm.
Camila, an avid race fan grew u...
A few more days had passed and I missed Shawn and my family and friends dearly, but it was nice to be able to hang out with Bella. We had breakfast at the bar on the beach this morning and I couldn't help but take a picture and send it to Shawn.
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The food so far has been amazing and undoubtedly my favorite part of the trip. Everything always seemed so fresh and made from scratch when possible so I couldn't complain. My taste buds are also very happy.
On the agenda today was a morning round of hot yoga and my third class of bikini boot camp. I was already staring to feel results because my body is sore and I have been using muscles I didn't even know I had.
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Later that afternoon I took a solo walk on the beach and wrote in my journal. One of the many gifts Shawn had given me before I left was a light blue, leather bound journal with the word "Wonder" on it. We had talked one night about how we needed to be more open and honest with each other and our intentions. We agreed that one of the best ways to do that was to keep a journal and write in it daily. We could do anything from manifest what we wanted to happen that day, to using it as an outlet for our frustrations. One particular evening before I left, we both got mad at each other. Instead of freaking out and having a screaming match, we wrote our feelings down on paper and then read them to each other before burning the papers in the bonfire we were having.
Shawn admitted on our call last night at he had done the same thing when he had to face my dad. Mario had decided to call Shawn up for a visit as a last ditch effort to break us apart. Shawn explained visiting my dad in his jail cell and while I was extremely upset at first that he even went; I understood it. It was something I knew I needed to do when I got home. I could never forgive Mario for what he has done to me, my family or to Shawn; but I knew part of the healing process was to hear the other side of the story.
Unsurprisingly, the paparazzi had figured out I was here and one afternoon multiple photos of the "Disgraced Sweetheart" had surfaced. I don't know where they got the name from, but I guess whatever it takes to make a petty penny.
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