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So maybe I shouldn't do this.
I was never really absolutely sure if it was love with me and Sam. Neither was he. I know he came close with me, very close, before everything happened in Rome. So I guess why I'm doing this breaks down to just needing to find out for sure. Because I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him, and I'd like to make it a definite one way or the other before I move on with my life.
It took me forever to find him, my friends kept telling me that was a bad omen.
Another reason why maybe I shouldn't do this.
But then I did find him. Figures I should have just looked for him in his hometown, but he always talked about home as something he never wanted to return to, so I assumed rightly that he never would.
I'm going to do it. I have to. To find out for sure. I miss him terribly, I really do.
I didn't get any more than an address, but that really wasn't too much of a problem. That's all I needed, even if he's seeing someone else. I doubt he is, at least seriously. Sam had a hard enough time getting serious with me. He told me it was because of some girl he'd fallen for back home. I never got many details, save for a name. Carly.
Sounds a little slutty if you ask me.
Getting out of the car I rented when I'd arrived here, I looked around, trying to figure out if this was the right address. Looks about right. I sighed and headed upstairs.
Now or never Natasha.
I knocked on the door, and waited, smiling when Sam opened it.
"Bonjour, amoureux." It was the phrase we always said when we saw each other. One of the first things I taught him in French. He always got such a kick out of it.
I shook my head at the look on his face. "Miss me?" I put my arms around his neck, to prove that I was really there, and kissed him.
Oh yes. I missed him.
I was never really absolutely sure if it was love with me and Sam. Neither was he. I know he came close with me, very close, before everything happened in Rome. So I guess why I'm doing this breaks down to just needing to find out for sure. Because I'm pretty sure I'm in love with him, and I'd like to make it a definite one way or the other before I move on with my life.
It took me forever to find him, my friends kept telling me that was a bad omen.
Another reason why maybe I shouldn't do this.
But then I did find him. Figures I should have just looked for him in his hometown, but he always talked about home as something he never wanted to return to, so I assumed rightly that he never would.
I'm going to do it. I have to. To find out for sure. I miss him terribly, I really do.
I didn't get any more than an address, but that really wasn't too much of a problem. That's all I needed, even if he's seeing someone else. I doubt he is, at least seriously. Sam had a hard enough time getting serious with me. He told me it was because of some girl he'd fallen for back home. I never got many details, save for a name. Carly.
Sounds a little slutty if you ask me.
Getting out of the car I rented when I'd arrived here, I looked around, trying to figure out if this was the right address. Looks about right. I sighed and headed upstairs.
Now or never Natasha.
I knocked on the door, and waited, smiling when Sam opened it.
"Bonjour, amoureux." It was the phrase we always said when we saw each other. One of the first things I taught him in French. He always got such a kick out of it.
I shook my head at the look on his face. "Miss me?" I put my arms around his neck, to prove that I was really there, and kissed him.
Oh yes. I missed him.