there were two lovers named Monica and Gianni upon a sunset in Rome, staring at each other.

Monica: can’t you see, we’ve changed. we’re not the ones we were back then anymore.

Gianni: Well, I know.

Monica: so why are you still here? we’ve become so cold. I don’t love you as much as I did before.

Gianni: you see, we’ve changed. You don’t love me like you did anymore. and I have found a new love as well. 

Monica: how dare you, Gianni? I thought I’ve been the bad guy all this time. and now you show up like this—tell me who’s that girl, please. I don’t love you as much as I did doesn’t mean I don’t have a feeling. (holding tears)

Gianni reach Monica’s hand, holding it gently. 

Gianni: (sighs) the new you. the you who’s changed. I sometimes really miss the old Monica I knew. I wish she were there.. but then I realize, as you changed, I changed to adapt you. I’ll always fall in love with you all over again. no matter how you do.

Monica was stuck in silence. they were stuck in silence as the sun drowned in the horizon. 

this short story ends up in silence, but one thing—Monica and Gianni never break up.

Magna, July 6th 2010

I know it’s a cliche romance. a cliche case and I know it may look so cheesy. but somehow I want to put it here. it’s about a classic issue that most couple must have, some of them lead them to a break-up. the fact that people change. the bad may change to the good, though some good still remain like they supposed to be, but there are also good people who change to the bad. in love, a regressive change of a partner is a nightmare. haunting that they may have found a new love or just don’t love us anymore. the fact that’s scaring all the lovers in life. so on that morning this story caught in my mind. what if there’s a true love that never changes. a person who will remain no matter how we change. or a person who will never change to the one one we don’t know. or even the person who will change for our sake. be true to our heart, if there’s really that person for each of us, at first we might don’t care—but in the end, we can’t deny that we didn’t want them but we need them. 

Randomly cheesy sunny day. 

Your Magna