Amanda's POV
"Dear Aldo, I love you but..," I began to write, confused on the message I actually wanted to pass on. I didn't know how to chanel my emotions into words and I didn't want him getting the wrong impression. Everything just felt so wrong.
'No that's not it," I shook my head before ripping up the piece of paper and starting on a fresh page.
"Dear Aldo, I'm sorry you have to see this, but I have to leave because..," this was where I stopped again. I threw the pen out of my hands and covered by face with my face. In shame? I had no idea but covering my face made me feel somewhat better.
Was I wrong? Was love a crime? I had do many questions to ask with no one to provide me with answers. Staring up at the chandelier that I maybe wished would drop down on me so I didn't have to
