Page 55 of Her Overprotective Fiance

Even though there's still a part of my soul that refuses to believe it's all going to be good—-

I believe in God now, and that's why...

Please.

All I can do now is pray.

Please, please, please.

Because to believe in Him means I'm no longer capable of hating Giancarlo...or lying to myself.

Let me please stop loving him, God.

Please.

I know Giancarlo has done so much for me.

But he's also the reason my heart is still in pieces.

So please, God.

Please answer my prayer.

Please.

It's all I've been praying for, ever since that day.

But God's continued silence worries me so.

Is it a sin to ask for my feelings to fade?

The more time passes, the more my confusion grows.

I just don't get it, God.

Why must I keep loving someone who regrets choosing me?

What am I supposed to learn here?

I'm desperate to leave, but my soul cries at the mere thought of never seeing Giancarlo again.

I'm willing to try and fix things, but it's just impossible.

I've been trying to put the pieces of my heart back together in every way I can think of.

But the moment I see or hear him—-

The moment I catch a whiff of his aftershave—-

Anything that has to do with Giancarlo is a trigger.

And I break like I'm fragile as glass again.

HOW LONG, O LORD?

Will You forget me forever?

How long will You hide Your face from me?

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