My father always said happiness doesn't last long because god always has to balance the inequality. It happens to those who have received one of the two, in excess.
Hatred or love.
I didn't want to believe his words but now I feel, I sadly have to.
Seeing how satisfied I'm with my new life. It also makes me wander in what ways I would receive my hatred because this time it would surely tear me apart leaving me cold and broken to sustain nothing longer inside this fragile heart of mine.
"Rise and shine, sfarzoso !"
I slightly peeked from underneath the blanket as Carlo came up to the bed all dressed up in casuals and drying his curls like yesterday never happened.
I turned away making him know that I'm not at all interested in whatever he is expecting from me. Suddenly I heard the be
