Little things told her that she was still loved.
Coffee brewing in the pot when she woke up was one.
Little notes of silly, little reminders and dorkily romantic notes told her so as well.
Lovino was still around to see her smile and make her swoon.
Her friends however believed that she had gone delusional and needed to move on.
Mei never could imagine life without her favorite Italian, but she did know he was there.
She'd never be able to write the way he did.
Lovino's handwriting was the perfect mix of messy and beautiful.
Mei's handwriting was tiny with little hearts to dot her 'i's.
She never understood why her best friends never believed her.
Mei figured they were fearful of the truth.
The one person who believed her was Lovi's younger brother.
He was told it was a lie by his father, but he ignored him.
Feliciano was dorky and madly in love with Elizabeta.
He'd talk about her all the time despite what anyone told him.
It was cute to find out that Elizabeta was just as infatuated with Feli as he was with her.
Mei could easily see the two of them get married one day as she could tell just from being near them or even one of them that they loved each other more than anything.
She wondered though if anyone could have seen that in her and Lovi or if they ever thought the two of them would get married.
It had been a long time since Lovi was beside her with his physical body and so long since he passed on though her heart could never be swayed from this love.