Maybe Someday by Nithan Sage

Chapter 1

Amare

Amare...My father often called my mother, my amare. Not when they were in public. In public, he would always call her softly by her name. But at home, when it was the two of them alone together, it would always be my amare.

I didn't know what it meant back then. For a long time, I thought it probably was my mother's middle name or a nickname that my dad had picked especially for her.

But it was more than that.

Amare meant to love in Latin. My quiet father was calling my mother 'my love'.

From an eight-year-old's perspective, it didn't seem that grand. Kinda gross, if I was being honest. But as I got older, I realized the endearment and the affection it held.

And when I turned 13, I found someone I wanted to call Amare too.