I wipe my tears as I sob, staring at the eyes that captured my heart.
I close mine and pray for mercy-if there's any out there. I pray for strength for the crime that I'm about to do.
There's no excuse for it, absolutely none.
My body, my mind, my heart, they all betrayed me.
I know for a fact that what I'm doing is wrong, I know that with all of my heart.
Then why does it feel so right?
Every moment that I've spent committing this beautiful sin is addictive and I simply can't get enough.
I let out another cry as I send another apology-another prayer.
I took them down.
I took them down and tore my soul to pieces.
Will they be put back into place with time?
I took down the posters.
I took down the pictures from every wallpaper.
I tore the pages of our love.
I tore the pages of my love.
My love for Paulo Dybala.
I started a new chapter, with a different kind of love.
I put up new posters
new wallapapers
of the man that I have loved for a long time new but was too shy to confess. too afraid.
As I stare into the new pair of eyes, my pain is eased. Almost gone.
My shattered pieces are no longer in their broken form but have now taken a new one.
He now has my heart.
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He is Gianluigi Buffon.
A/N: I should have done this a loooong time ago...
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