47: Do I really love him?

Amanda's POV

I tossed and turned on the bed, still unable to sleep. It's been a week since Aldo left and although anytime I'm at work , I don't think about him, thoughts of him torment me whenever I am back home.

I still remembered the way he looked before he left as well as what he said and it still haunts me.

“I don't mean to mess things up but I'll fix it and besides you're making me do this. I don't know how you do it but there's something about you that makes me get mad.”

He had looked so small and vulnerable as he spoke but I made myself a promise that I wouldn't get myself taken over by his talks and the way he does his face.

When he realized that I wasn't listening to what he was saying, he changed his tone and stared at me.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blame you for what happened…I just……