"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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Isabelle
How do you know if you're in love with someone?
I'm having an internal crisis about this. I don't fully trust online quizzes for this topic, so my usual plan isn't available.
I took a bite of the Snickers bar slightly frowning, I still don't like them.
Leo listened to me and hasn't tried contacting me for a two weeks. I miss him, the fact I haven't changed my lock screen also doesn't help.
I had to walk this morning because my car is in the shop right now and I can't pick it up until tomorrow, and I missed the bus. It was probably a good forty degrees this morning and raining. Of course twenty minutes after I finally got here it stopped completely.
The bell for the diner rang making me look up to see Larry walking in with the newspaper in his hand. I smiled putting away my food walking up to his booth after he sat down.
"Good morning," he greeted me with a smile on his face.
"Good morning," I smiled back.
He looked at me slightly squinting his eyes, "Are those new sunglasses."
I smiled nodding, "They are! I got them about three weeks ago, white is my new staple color."
"How are things going with that tall boy?" he asked, setting down the paper.
"They're good, I really like him," I replied back not wanting to have a discussion about my relationship problems, "What can I get you today?"
"My usual please."
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I sat on my bench drinking a lemonade. About three seems like a short amount of time, but it goes by a lot slower when you miss someone. I got used to seeing him almost everyday.
Sometimes I wish I could read people's minds, it would be very useful a lot of the time. Other times I would probably be disturbed to hear what people think throughout the day.
I'm pretty sure I'm immune to being murdered. There was a girl in my Junior class who said she would put a hit out on me. An old lady a few doors down got shot in the leg like a week later, is that a coincidence? I don't think so.
I've been accidentally quoting movies a lot recently ranging anywhere from 10 Things I Hate About You to Scream. I'm not sure why, it's a occurrence that happens every once in a while.
