It had been two weeks now and I still didn't know how I should be feeling. Do I feel better? Yes. Am I glad? I think so.
I keep receiving endless texts from Damiano.
"Come a casa Marlena"
"Please come home"
"I love you"
Probably about 10 a day. I do love him. But this wasn't working. It was hurting us both too much and getting too much to handle. I still can't help feeling sad and guilty myself. He's touring Europe in one week from now and I've left him heartbroken right before hand. Am I a bad person?
Then my phone rings. I know it's him. I listen to it ring a few times. It hurts me to have to ignore him but I keep convincing myself I've made the right decision. I have, haven't I?
I pick up my phone to turn it on silent and I see "Damiano" written across the screen. His contact picture of him and i kissing. Life isn't fair. He was calling me again. He's breaking me. Even though I broke him first. Fuck, he doesn't deserve this.
1 voicemail from damiano
I should listen.
"Baby, I love you, I can't live without you. Please call me back. I need you mi amore. I need you so much" you hear him say.
I don't even notice the tear falling down my face until it hits my phone beneath me.