*Olivia*
If you love something, let them go.
That's what my mom always said. I always thought it was just a funny saying with not any real meaning to it, until this very moment.
Giovani's eyes bore through me, as he tried to convince me to stay with him, that he really did love me. I had just told him I was leaving, and he wasn't going to beg to keep me, but it was clear from his expression he wanted to do just that.
I stood limply in the middle of my bedroom, the moonlight glancing upon us between the curtains of my window and the red numbers of the clock glaring at me. It was late. I was tired. We had fought, and my mind was a ball of yarn of emotions that I couldn't even begin to untangle.
But there was one clear defining thought in my mind.
My mom was horribly wrong. If you lo
