A truth that hurts every time.Natasha.You get to a point where sometimes you wish you were somewhere else. In one where no one knows you or maybe, just disappear without a trace. My mind is my most lethal weapon. It's double-edged, what doesn't happen is invented and what does happen is ignored. Being kidnapped and growing up thinking my parents had abandoned me, I don't think it helped my messed up life much.My aunt Francesca always tried to make me different from Stefano's upbringing. I gave her headaches, of course I did. Not because I went from party to party, I think it was my personality that drove her crazy.It is not easy to live with a person who distrusts everyone, who looks for the five legs to the cat, a person that if she does not find logic in things, her brain will not leave her alone. I do not justify myself, but I am like this because of the fear and anguish of my forgotten past, which was shown in parts in my dreams.A life that is alien to me.Maybe my insecuriti

It hurts as much as the first day."I am no one to take away your happiness. The one you truly deserve. Nor do I have the right to make you feel bad. For a moment I thought I could get out of my strange world, but I realized I was dragging you into it. I am no one to do that to you."You are Natasha, a strong and feisty woman," I look into her eyes, he speaks the truth even when they are injected with anger. "You are a beautiful woman who deserves everything wonderful she could ever want."I smile."But I'm not enough and I don't give you the security you need," I shake my head. "It's okay, Nathan. I'm used to things not working out, to things being ruined. I'm used to me messing things up," I open the door. "You're the first person I've told about Stefano's friend. Now you can also feel sorry for me or say I'm lying.""Hey, don't talk like that...""If someday you decide to come back. When you think I've stopped being so selfish to think only of me and you don't see anything positive