Would it be loving me if he only has memories of her? Is it really me that he loves?
The questions had been swirling themselves in my head for a while now. When Antonio told me his story there was nothing but love swirling inside of me for him. It was beautiful to know that someone has loved you for many years, but that was exactly what the problem was. Was it really me that he loved?
“You are tearing the wrapper!” Amanda jumped towards my bed and snatched the basket from me. She examined the damaged caused and looked exasperated, “Again!” she sighed. She took the last peace of wrapping paper from the roll and decided to start wrapping Hanna's gift by herself. I watched her wrap the basket being extra careful I fought with my mind stopping it from repeating the few questions over and ov
