"What If..."

“What if I’m a murderer?” he said

“I don’t care…” I close my book

“What if I’m a psychopath, and one day, without any reason, I’ll stab you from behind your back, and mutilate you?”

“Then I’m willing to die.” I move closer to him.

“What if one day, I left you, for another girl?”

“Then just kill me.” I look at his face.

God, I just love his 5’Oclock shadow, his Italian accent, and his scent, masculine and soothing.

“What if suddenly I lost my memory, and forget you?”

“Then I’ll help you to remember what we’ve been through” I gaze his eyes.

His eyes, the first thing that make me fall in love with him, those azure eyes.

“What if—“he doesn’t continue his sentence, as I kissed his lips

“That’s only an ‘if’, but one thing I can promise you, I’ll love with all my heart, and accept you for the way you are.” Once again I look him in the eyes, his azure eyes. “Ho fiducia in te, I trust you, and I’m sure that you won’t leave me. And please answer, do you love me?”

He smile and hold my hand “Ti amo tanto, amore mio. Io ti amerò sempre” He kisses me gently.

“I love you too, bello” 

(Amanda Nabila - 11E)