Regina is a brilliant student who always strives to be perfect, under the constant pressure of her parents. Her world is turned upside down when she finds out that her academic rival is none other than someone she knows in the past. Regina's despera...
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As I sat there with Angelo, I realized that being friends with him was not so different from being lovers. Even though we weren't holding hands, or stealing kisses like we used to, we were still together.
We laughed, we talked, we comforted each other. His presence alone was enough to make me feel whole. I could feel the warmth of his body beside me and the gentle breeze that caressed my face. The scent of freshly cut grass filled my nostrils, and the sound of birds chirping in the background created a peaceful atmosphere.
I looked at Angelo and saw the kindness in his eyes.
Even though he didn't remember our past, he was still here, trying his best to make me feel better.
I realized that true love was not about grand gestures or physical intimacy, it was about being there for each other through thick and thin.
I could feel my heart beating faster as I looked at him, and a smile slowly formed on my face.
In that moment, I knew that Angelo would always have a special place in my heart, no matter what.
The thought of losing him again made my stomach churn with anxiety, and I knew I couldn't let that happen. I turned to him and placed my hand on his, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine.
"Thank you for being here, Angelo," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Angelo laughed, breaking the intense atmosphere that we had built between us. He smiled and said, "You're so corny Gina..But! I don't remember how to play guitar. You should teach me some tunes. I have a lot of guitars in my house but... Really I don't remember any."
What a turn. He was the one who taught me so well yet now... I will return that teachings. He even said my nickname.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought that he was just saying that to ease the tension between us, but as he sat down next to me and picked up my guitar, I could see the sincerity in his eyes.
I watched as he clumsily positioned his fingers on the frets, struggling to remember the chords. It was both amusing and heartwarming at the same time. As he played, I could feel my heart swell with emotions I couldn't even describe.
I sat beside him, watching as he slowly but surely learned how to play a little. The sun was starting to set, casting a warm orange glow on us. The breeze was gentle, rustling the leaves of the trees around us. It was as if the universe was telling us that everything was going to be okay.
As Angelo played, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and contentment. I realized that being with him, even as just friends, was all I ever really wanted. We didn't need to be lovers to be happy; we just needed each other's company, our shared memories, and the love we had for each other.
Love is the best.
And as we sat there, strumming the guitar together, I knew that everything was going to be alright.
