We’d met last summer, we immediately fell in love. He was from Turin, I was from Milan…so it was like a little-distance relationship. We’d spent beautiful days and difficult situations.. It seemed we would have been together for a long time. Then, after a year and a half, he decided to bring me to Paris.. to celebrate a year.. After a week he broke up with me, saying he was no longer feeling the same things. Now, i’m still waiting for him, even if there’s no chance.. but with the idea to move on just like he has done!
