All Chapters of My Very True Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DIANAThe past few days haven't exactly been great, considering how perfect they seemed prior to that. I miss Bryan. And I'm always tempted to answer his calls and reply his text, but Lynn made me swear not to, unless he meets me in person to apologize, and I sincerely don't see that happening. So I'm beginning to live with the fact that I don't get to have anything with Bryan anymore.It's funny, how we used to run into each other coincidentally when we were still close, in the elevator, on the roof, even in the lobby. But ever since things went south, I haven't run into him even once, I haven't even set my eyes on him, I can't tell if he moved back to his apartment, or if he's avoiding me. I always hoped it was the latter.I'm at work when a call is put through to me about something delivered to my office, so I signal to let it in.When the package arrives, I'm stunned. They are flowers. Big, beautiful, nicely scented flowers. There's a note on it, so I read it:_A letter can be as

DIANAHe leans in and kisses me softly on the lips. It's brief and subtle, but it still sends shivers right through me.“You... you look... Stunning.” He stutters few times before gathering his words.I take a few seconds to scrutinize him. His hair, still that same deep shade of brown matching his eyes, he's in a white, long sleeved, collared shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbow, and the first four buttons left undone. All these seemingly little features, complimenting his build.“Thank you.” I say, smiling genuinely, at both his compliment and his looks, “You look... a lot.” I add in a chuckle.“A lot?” He asks, his face tilted to the right, an inquisitive smile forming on his face.“It's the good kind of a lot... A lot of handsome.” I clarify in a grin.He laughs, “Shall we?” He asks, his arms curved for me to put mine in.“We shall.” I respond in a bright smile.********The Mexican restaurant is amazing, right from what the view looks like from the outside, you could already tel

DIANABryan's house is unlike anything I've ever seen, from the open door to the wide hallway, the walls of the hallway, filled with photographs of children, obviously not his. The hallway opens up to a living room by the left, and a kitchen, much bigger than my own living room, by the right. The living room has a beautiful fireplace, expensive drapes and furnitures, and a formal dining room by the corner. The house is beautifully decorated with some bright flowers, it smells amazing, and there are few scented candles here and there.“It's quite a place you've got here Bryan.” I say, slowly spinning to take in the view of the house.I never got to see a home like this, let alone live in it, it looks like one of those homes where the whole family stays in together and live happily together. This place could house an entire extended family. “Thanks, I got a few things for dinner, I'm cooking.” He says that smirking at me like he's trying to tell me he's very good at cooking. “Want

DIANAResting against his chest, I feel a wave of warmth rush through me. It's comfort, It's peace, It's happiness, It's all the things I never thought I could experience, heck I never even knew could exist with a person. I want to blame it on my parents, and how I grew up, but I guess the circumstances choose you, you don't choose them. Maybe this is what love should feel like, maybe there is actually love, my mother might not have been so lucky with it, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist... right?? RIGHT. I think I found my safe place, my happy place, I think I found my “one”. I think I found love.********The incessant ring from a phone pulls me out of sleep. I look around me briefly, and even though the blinds are shut, I can tell it's morning already, maybe a little past 6.The ringing continues and I'm self aware again, it's Bryan's phone, he's wide awake, his head resting on his arms, and his eyes staring at the ceiling, but he's not answering the phone.“Bryan” I call o

DIANAThe ride home is quiet, it's a silence that screams volumes_ pain, sadness, remorse... if Bryan even feels that at all. I reckon he is, considering the look in his eyes and how many times he has stolen looks from my side. I keep a straight face, even though I want answers, even though I'm hurt, I act like I don't, I act like I'm unbothered.And sadly, this is life. It should be a bed of roses right?, but it isn't. Life can be sad, it can be beautiful. The people in our lives get to choose how they make you feel about life. they either make life beautiful or ugly to you. Less than 48 hours ago, Bryan made my life beautiful, now, he has me wondering how life could even be so sad. It might seem a little matter to make a big deal of, but he was going to leave, without telling me, just like that. I can't even imagine what I'd have done, the thoughts that would have run through my mind, he could have at least let me know, we could have talked about it.“Thank you for the lift.” I say