A Love 252

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Chapter 252

And then there was you. You with your eyes so full of sadness it felt like looking into a mirror. You scared the shit out of me, Alina.

Because I knew that it would never be fucking with you.

It would always be making love to you.

If I let myself have even a taste, I would never be able to walk away. If you only wanted me for a little while, for a way to escape whatever haunted you, it would have destroyed me.

That’s why I waited, why I needed you to say it first. Because I couldn’t survive giving another piece of myself to someone who didn’t want to keep it, who didn’t deserve it, who I didn’t want to give it to.

I haven’t been with anyone, not like I’ve been with you, since the hospital. I didn’t think I ever would be again.

But everything in my head, all the control I have over my heart and my actions, falls apart in the face of you.

You’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t even want to think about another life, another body, another soul against mine that isn’t yours.

You made me feel seen again. You made me feel wanted, not because I was broken, but because you truly see me.

I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve that.

I love you. More than you’ll ever know.

༤།

Zaid

I set down the letter and give myself a second to breathe through it. It still shakes in my trembling hands. Elena sets down her cup of coffee on the table and looks at me with a small smile.

“Everything okay?”

I shake my head, laughing. “You ask me that every time I read a letter.”

She shrugs. “They always have you crying.”

I fold the letter and set it back in the envelope. I usually read them alone in my room, but I had been struggling with some extra homesickness. I decided to read the letter during breakfast with Elena today to combat some of those feelings.

I blow out a stream of air to calm my voice before I speak. “I don’t know if I deserve him.”

Elena snorts and I look at her incredulously. She laugh

when she sees my face. “You can’t be serious, can you?”

“I am.”

“This is how I know you’re young. If we only loved people when they deserve it, relationships wouldn’t last very long. Maybe right now, he’s the anchor, the deserving one, but that might change in a few years. Life happens, circumstances change.”

I look at her, nodding along, though I don’t truly grasp the meaning of her words.

“Worry about the love that you can give, he will worry about the love he gives you, just be there for each other. Right now, focus on the person you are for yourself. Who do you deserve to be in this life?”

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Chapter 252.

We finish breakfast as I ponder her words, as we sip the last of our coffee, I turn to her. “Does your friend still have that art studio available for me to use?”

Elena’s face lights up and she nods. “Yes. I can call him if you want to use it today?”

I nod and she beams. I haven’t painted since W arrived in Florence, doing some introspective work instead. But I think now I have the inspiration I need. An entire collection comes alive in my head and I want to have it done by the time we get back home.