PABLO
We just stood on the doorstep in each other’s arms. I let her cry, and as much as I still want to hold her, I have to let her go because someone else needs my attention.
“Bambina,” I gently pull her away and have a great view of her. She looks a lot more different than the last time I saw her. She looks chubby, lighter than the tan colour she used to have. She just got a lot more beautiful than she was.
Oh, I feel horrible for how we left things the last time. I know I should have never treated her the way I did. I should have understood her actions rather than thinking about my feelings. I am really surprised that she is standing in front of my doorstep when she could have just never come back here.
“Why are you standing outside; you know the door code, so why are you not in
