"5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend.

At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile.  I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.

At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world.

At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called.

At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.
From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to"

His betrothed

　　Tomorrow is the day of our wedding and Matteo was at home for the past few weeks recovering.


　　The following day that night, he called in a doctor to treat him. He has been having his meetings and all his necessary work at home. He and I have been distant from each other since that night. I only come to him when I need to and that is when he needs to eat or any other necessities he needs me for. I have been sleeping on the couch and is tempted to occupy the guest rooms but does not have the energy to deal with him. Each day I grow more numb towards him. This cycle that he keeps giving me is starting to turn into a joke for me that I'd rather believe that he's just a hopeless ass instead of stupidly hoping while he hurts me.


Chapter 12