Dear Antonio,
How do you know I have a sad expression on my face when I am alone? The whole point of being alone is just that, and it honestly shouldn’t be any of your concern.
You need to learn the meaning of privacy.
I don’t understand you, bastard.
One moment I hate you, sick of your unwanted affection and constant obliviousness, and the next moment I find it hard to breathe.
You always do things for me.
Always.
I would expect that you cook and clean for me, because really, when has it ever been any different?
But when it is done out of kindness, not duty, it really affects me.
I can’t feel this way, I can’t. It make me weak, and I can’t have people getting a glimpse of my worries.
So I will push you away. Because your undying love and affection is so tempting, but it would be my undoing to let you in.
Please understand.
And I am aware that Feli and I are very much unalike. I may want some things he has, but in all honesty it doesn’t matter anymore. I am perfectly fine with being forgotten.
It works out quite well, actually.
Thank you for caring, but please stop putting cracks in my armor, you insufferable idiot.
From,
Lovino
What lies beyond the sun: Dear Lovino,
s-p-a-n-i-a-r-d:
You say that but when you are alone you have such a sad expression on your face. At least when I’m there talking to you, hugging you, whispering to you, etc., you have life in your eyes again. I live to see that. Especially your smile.
And I’ll cook for you whenever you want.
And I’ll clean for you.
You know why? Because little act’s of kindness seem to make you genuinely happy. Your happiness means a lot to me.
I have no need to pout. Even if you try to push me away, I’m still with you. That’s all that really matters to me.
Don’t go saying that, Lovino. You and your brother may look like in a lot of ways but your personality is completely different. And you can’t say his is better because he is himself, you are you. Those different personality’s is what makes you special and you shouldn’t want to be like him or say his is better. I mean ,cause, come on, I chose you. Not Feli, you.
Hmm, I may be. But I can because it’s true.
And well do, my love. I’ll wait for you to offer.
Love,
Antonio
Dear Roma,
b-e-l-g-i-a-n:
ahahah, how sweet Roma. I’m flattered really
But this is fun, if ya know what I mean! I get to send cute letters to you and Antoine! I don’t think you’re going to make me stop that easily (;
Oh yes! how could I forget you dearies coming to visit? Is Antoine not coming with you?
Femke♥
Dear Antonio,
First off, I don’t ‘need’ anything from you!
Not hugs, not love, not ‘gentle coos’ either, fucker. I might take your tomatoes though, that I don’t mind having.
Or your cooking. (only because I don’t want to make it, not because I like it or anything!)
Or when you come clean my stuff. That’s pretty good.
And of course I try to push you away! I don’t want hugs from old men like you! You even admitted it yourself, so don’t get all pouty bastardo.
I refuse to become old like you. I don’t ever want to be like you. I am getting shivers just thinking about it!
A-also, it’s okay to like Feli better. I don’t need you. I am fine on my own. I don’t want you to like, reassure me, or anything.
And There is no such thing as Lovi speak! You are just too full of yourself!
I can see you wanting my tomatoes, they are pretty amazing. But stay away!
hmmph.
Lovino.
Dear Femke,
Oh, not you too.
Has Antonio managed to somehow make you write letters too? Look, a young pretty girl like yourself probably has better things to do.
I Don’t mean that I don’t like you, or I don’t want you here, it just that this whole letter business is silly.
You just say what is on your mind to me immediately anyway.
So I would recommend you to stop doing this, okay? grazie.
And I will be seeing you tomorrow night with Feli for the meal, si?
Take care,
Lovino.
Dear Lovino,
s-p-a-n-i-a-r-d:
I think letters are just what you need, my love. If we were talking face to face I would be trying to hug you, you would be blushing, and also trying to push me away. The chase can be the best part, though, so I never mind it.
Yep, that’s me, a sentimental old man. You’re gonna become one too, you know.
You don’t need to compare yourself to Feli, Lovi. I know you aren’t like him, hence, why I’m not with him. You are so much more different and have so many wonderful quality’s about you and I would never describe you as a blubbering idiot.
Isn’t that just Lovino speak for, “Oh Antonio~ I love you so much but I don’t want you to know. /blush blush” Cause that’s all I could read from that.
Ah, hurtful! I can grown my own and I would never steal your hard work.
With Love,
Antonio
Dear Antonio,
No, Fuck you.
Letters are stupid.
I can just talk to you like a normal person. seriously.
ugh, and it is SO like you to get all sentimental and shit, fucking bastard.
And are you implying that I can’t speak to you face to face? fucker, I am a macho Italian man, I don’t do all this crap. I am not a wimpy, blushing, blubbering idiot like Feli.
Who ever said I loved you, Jackass? I am pretty sure I mentioned in the last letter that I didn’t even like you very much.
No ‘Ti amo’ was mentioned. And it never will be.
Also, stay the hell away from my tomatoes. They keep disappearing and I blame you.
Ciao,
Lovino
Dear Lovino,
s-p-a-n-i-a-r-d:
I don’t think you hate them as much as you say you do.
I think they are a pretty snazzy idea, actually, if I do say so myself. It’s nicer to talk this way sometimes even. When two people are actually facing each other, it’s a lot harder to express your feelings. Letters such as these can give us some room to really show our love.
And thank you. It’s taken me years, but I can finally understand what you mean even though you don’t exactly say it. I love you, too, Lovino.
With as much love as the Heavens,
Antonio
Dear Antonio,
Ah, fuck this, really. You have such lame ideas.
These letter things are pretty stupid.
…
Okay so, I might, maybe, like you more than I do with other people.
Don’t go getting a big head or anything though! I-it’s just that I don’t have much to choose from anyway.
So
When I say I may possibly like you, its only a little. I definitely don’t love you and want hugs and that other mushy crap from you all the time, ok?
Thanks,
Lovino
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