Her. You. Now. There.

She will one day reside on the outskirts of the cozy City of Venice. She's always wanted to go back to one of her homes. She's always wanted to travel the world. She's always wanted to speak the native tongues, to welcome all the people, to return back to her kingdom. She wants to forget all the bad and smile. She wants to live a happy life and leave all the bad behind. It is too much for her to carry by herself. 

She's always wanted a Forever Love. Always wanted to wrap him up in her arms and build her world around him. Make important decisions with him, work with him, do things, motivate and support him. She is fully capable of leading an independent life, she isn't hopelessly dependable. It is her decision to want to have a partner by her side. 

Deep down she is feisty and snappy. Her tongue is sharp and her eyes can hold a strong, fearful seriousness. She comes from a long line of strong, independent Latina, Africana and Italiano Women.
When push comes to shove, she won't back down. No one sees the side of her that works hard to get forward in life. Not even him. He doesn't need too, he already has a sense of her strong nature. She also is aware of it, but she is humble and will not surround herself with such pride. There are three kinds of people. Those who know they are strong, take that and brag about it to the masses and wear it about them like a cape of pride. Those who know they are strong but do not let it fill their heads up with said pride and remain humble for the sake of their sanity and those around them. Lastly, those who do not know they are strong and contradict themselves naively and blindly. Those are the strongest of them all. She falls in line between person two and three. 

When she wants a partner, she will wait for you. If not, you are not a thought in her mind. Not even a twinkle in her eyes and you must realize she is one filled with the most dreams. For now, she is on her own, but she will wait for him. For how long, is now unsure as her heart grows thinner and even colder with each day that passes by. 

The worst that could happen to you is that she actually stops caring for you. Once she stops caring, she stops loving and once she stops loving...You're Dead. 

🇮🇹Bella Beba🇮🇹