You and your boyfriend were moving to Monaco. The last few days you spent packing up your stuff. Today should be your last night in the house in Woking that you called home for over two years.
Lando had to go to MTC. Handle a few things before he would fly away to Monaco. So, it was just you and Max in the house. Today was the day when you should pack the essentials - things you both needed till the last day. You started with your stuff.
You headed to your bookshelf, where were just three books. Two of them were yours, and one on the top was Lando's. You didn't really know what that book was since it was wrapped in a plain black cover which didn't say anything. At first, you collected your books, and you wanted to leave Lando's book in a place since he said he would pack his stuff later, but the bookshelf looked so weird with just one book there that you decided to put it down as well. You were standing on your tippy toes, trying to reach that book. You managed to put the spine of the book between your thumb and index finger. You thought you griped it, but you were wrong, and the book slid and fell on the floor.
It was lying on a floor opened on some random page. You didn't want to read it at first, but then your eyes slid on the white page. The title gripped your attention. SHE - written in black ink double underlined and bold. It was clearly Lando's handwriting. You didn't want to be nosy, but your eyes just started to wander on the page.
SHE
Her face lights up as she's humming along to my favourite song. It is cute as hell 'cause she didn't know. I didn't say it 'cause she didn't ask. Looking at her, I realise she's, my future.
It's the same black car with the speakers loud. We're singing along with the windows down. One day I'll tell her, but she doesn't know yet. If the secret's out, maybe things will change. I haven't told her my last name because I just want to be me and her, no internet.
She sounds like she's from London, but I know she's from Annecy - a small city in France. She's so incredibly chic, and her French drives me crazy. I love her from her fringe to her Jimmy Choo heels.
I hate how stubborn she is, but I love her anyway.
The last few nights I spent thinking about her. I had a conversation with myself - a conversation about her. I say to myself that I'm such a fool that I still haven't kissed her yet.
It took me months to take her on the first Grand Prix. She asked me if I was ashamed of her. How on the earth, could she think that? I didn't want to take her because I was afraid everyone would try to get her for themself. I was afraid they would steal my girl.
Quick note: I shouldn't let her wear that sparkly short dress ever again.
Baku, Azerbaijan - I'm just watching her sleeping. We talked for hours. The world was sleeping, and I was awake with her. It was almost two in the morning when she told me she was not worth it. And I just said to her: "You are. You're something like my miracle."
I shaved my hair in April to raise money for the fight against the coronavirus crisis. I know she hates this buzzcut because she loves my long hair, but she still says she loves it anyway.
Quick note: she should be more on the sun. Her freckles are super cute.
Monza, Italy - We came back from the picnic date I organised for her. I'm just leaving here a quick note for myself. I fucking love when she giggles.
Shout and scream again. I got to be stronger than my pride. She has seen me battle my demons too. A beautiful life isn't always pretty, but I'll fight for this love as long as I'm fighting with her. Baby, just put your head on my chest and breathe.
I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it.
I know insecurities get in her head. I roll my eyes, get offended by the way she doubts that I love her. She knows she's mine. She just forgets sometimes. She promised me she won't. I'll remind her anyway.
Quick note: I adore her dimples when she smiles.
"I've been writing it ever since I've met you." Lando's voice reached your ears. You were caught, and you felt so guilty.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to read it, but it fell on the ground, and it opened. I'm really sorry I didn't want to be nosy," you apologised.
"Love, it's alright. It's about you anyways." He said and kissed you on the forehead. "Let's finish our packing, shall we?"
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