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| Memoirs of Fiorenza; Don't try to understand me, just love me | |
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| Fiorenza Adagio | May 31 2006, 06:30 PM Post #1 |
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Well, where should I begin? My life is one that many consider "easy", and I guess I have to admit I haven't had much trouble, but that doesn't mean I've never had to fight for things. I was born in Venice, Italy. My parents, Dominco and Giovanna, were delighted to have me, or so I was told. They were a middle class couple, him a teacher and her a journalist. That's all I know about them. They died when I was 2 months old, in a car accident. They told me that it was raining, and that the roads were slippery. I guess my life would have been completely different if they hadn't died, but, they did, so I was given up for adoption. I know most adopted kids have to wait a long time to get adopted, and they live in sucky orphanages most of their lives, but I didn't. Luckily for me, a Greek couple adopted me. Landon and Silvia Adagio were a very wealthy couple, they had been trying to have a baby for some years, and when they finally realized they could never have one of their own, they decided to adopt. My mother (Siliva) told me they went to many orphanages, but no baby convinced them. And so, on their anniversary, they made a trip to Italy. And in Venice, my mother said she was riding a gondola (they are boats people use for transport, since the streets are water), when she passed this cute, small orphanage house. Just out of curiosity, she went in, and there she found me, a baby, 2 and a half months old. She and my father took me back to Greece, to their manor in the suburbs, and there they raised me as if I were their own. I must say I had an excellent childhood, I lacked nothing. I just didn't become a snobby, arrogant kid because my mother educated me to treat everyone fairly and be nice to all. But truth is, I sometimes can't help being shallow. It's like something I can't control, that pops up unexpectedly. My father made sure I read, and I developed a liking for it. He believed I must have all the education I could get, and so I was sent to Olympus, much to my enjoyment. In Olympus, I had a blast. I managed to balance an excellent social life with my academic life. I got good grades, not because my father expected me to do so, but because of my competitive spirit. I can't stand losing, and so soon enough I became top of my class. I had many friends, both boys and girls. I love being surrounded by a crowd, I'm an attention grabber, so how else could I shine? And so, after leaving Olympus, I headed on to Elysion, where I decided I wanted to major in Charms. It's always been my favorite subject, I love handling my wand. My future ambition is to become a teacher, to guide ready minds through the paths of knowledge. But for now, I'll concentrate on passing my subjects with excellent grades. And why not?, have a boy friend. ; ) |
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| Fiorenza Adagio | Jun 8 2006, 12:28 AM Post #2 |
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Part I Why is it love can be so constructive, yet so destructive? As a child, I always dreamt of a handsome prince charming that would sweep me off my feet. When he appeared, I truly thought he was my prince charming. I though we were meant for a fairytale life, live happily ever after. How wrong I was. My first boyfriend, when I had just turned 14, was called Nate. He was a sweet boy, and we cared very much for each other. I had my first kiss with him, and experienced the first things about relationships. But we were very young, and our affection volatile. The break up was in friendly, we continue being friends even today. After him, I spent some time enjoying being alone, going out with girlfriends, flirting a bit here and there, but nothing serious. Then I began dating this hunk of a guy, Brandon. That relationship, more than love, was about physical attraction. He was very good in making you feel like heaven.....if you know what I mean. He taught me most of the things I know about the sensorial experience. But after a while, things just lost passion, and we drifted apart. I have no idea where he is now, but I wish him all the best. And we finally come to Richard. The man I loved, the man that took it all away. I met him on a warm Sunday afternoon, at a park near my house. I used to go there for a run, and later I would read under a big oak. That day, my usual spot was occupied by a young, handsome man. He introduced himself as Richard Norton, an English visitng a friend here in Greece. We talked, sparks flew, and he took me to dinner that same day. My parents loved him, my friends thought he was charming, and I was head over heels for him. As the months went by, our relationship grew, we complemented each other in every way, and supported each other's decisions. I guess the problem began when he became my life, my everything. My whole world revolved around him, it was all I talked of. One night, we had gone out to dinner with my parents, then we headec back to his apartment (by that time, his visit of 2 months had extended to 6) and, amongst candles, champagne and soft music, it happened. I had been thinking about that for some time, feeling ready, and completely prepared. I wanted my first to be with him, only him. And it was marvelous, just as I had wanted. It was the most precious moment ever, and I couldn't be happier. |
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