Totally perfect and healthy relationship.

The screaming at each other, the constant fighting, but then the long gentle kisses, and the cuddles as silent apologies. The 2:00AM calls cursing at each other, and then the apologies the next night. So deeply in love, but so deeply insane.

Andrew loved you. Passionately. He protected you with everything he had, you just had a stubborn streak. He was a mafioso. Cold. Rough. Mean. Yet, he was soft for you.

You also loved Andrew. You just weren’t used to the affection; always speculating he was using you, going to leave you, etc.

Today, within the comfort of his over the top mansion in Florence, Italy, you two stood arguing in the living room. His security stood outside of the room, and more were spread out on the four floors. He had money. Money to spare. To burn. To give. To use. He mostly used it on you.

You guys were arguing because you brought up he doesn’t spend enough time with you since he mentioned having to work on the weekend. A hit. Of course, he disagreed. He’d spend every second with you if he could, and he did his best to do that. But he had to work. It was a business.

You hated that. Maybe you were just picking fights, but you wanted him. He was the one person you had left. You felt replaceable, even if that couldn’t be further from the truth. You were his world; you just didn’t know it. Or accept it.