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It’s white, with little sunflower prints all over it, which is currently inside the red Wilson bag that came in.
And finally, words by her favorite singer written on the card attached to the flowers from the song “La Barca.” Then a note with a few things written on it.
Blondie,
20 sunflowers for the 20 reason why your potential is limitless.
The words describe how sometimes distance is needed and isn’t the cause of forgetting the person you’re leaving. The notion that leaving someone is the cause of forgetting is something I’ve never quite understood because you’re still captive of each other even if there’s a space between two souls geographically or even mentally.
This note might say so little, yet it’s just enough for now.
Chapter49
Violetta
ME: You don’t have to come; I know you’re busy with testing.
SUNSHINE: I am coming!
ME: I’m serious, Xavier. You have responsibilities and I don’t want to interfere.
SUNSHINE: And I’m serious. I’m going to your home tournament. I’m in Mexico City at headquarters anyway. Plus, I want to see you…
Frick, she’s nice.
It was all I could think about when I met Xavier’s girlfriend.
Why couldn’t she be a snobby rich girl, just like her father?
I had only assumed that after what Ale had told me about the Schultz antics. Most people are the creation of their parents and yet Marrisa is the opposite.
She’s beautiful and kind and so not me in any way.
The weird part is that I only met her for about five minutes. I think the part that affects me the most is that she’s real.
There’s this image that a person can put in their brain.
That’s exactly what Marrisa has been to me before I actually talked to her.
An image.
Once I met her, I realized she’s so much more than that and then proceeded to feel worse. I’ve already felt bad the past months with Xavier and me texting nonstop.
Then my own romantic feelings got involved and now we’re here.
I have Xavier’s necklace around my neck and my tennis racket ready to play my home tournament.
The flowers he sends me, I keep in a box as a keepsake.
They will most likely wither away, but the petals will prove as a reminder of the emotional connection me and Xavier have forged.
We might not ever be more than friends, but at least I can keep the memories of me and him together.
In a sense, it’s masochistic.
I’m putting myself through the pain I felt all those years ago, yet it’s as if I can’t help but keep everything he’s given me.
I got to Monterrey this morning. Once I got to the house I’m renting, I went out for a walk to clear my head.
