Ciao Bella!
Two years, three months and twelve days. She had counted. She thought it would have gone on longer than this. Much longer. Certainly not less than five years. But there they were. Split apart a little after two years since he shyly asked her out. They had been through so much in those two years and three months. They did so much. They stood by each other. They fought each other. A lot. They adopted a dog together. A black something. She didn't know what breed Bella was. He kept telling her but she kept forgetting. Why Bella? he asked. Bella means beautiful. Like her. Bella is boring. Let's name her Catwoman. What?! No. Bella. Why not? It's cool and it's ironic. My dog isn't for you to show how cool and clever you are. And it's not that clever. Tell you what? Let's both call her what she wants. And whatever she responds to will be her name. Bella stuck. But that was because she was sneaky. Every time she called out Bella, she would give