The first time I met him I couldn't know what he would have meant to me then.
That school year ended fast and I thought that I wouldn't have seen him anymore: we lived far away and he was older than me by three years.
We had spent so many breaks looking at each other, hoping that we could have met someday, and I knew that sometimes he asked for me to a classmate of mine, Margherita, who was his best friend and also a good friend of mine.
There was only one problem: he was engaged.
His girlfriend was nice, I must admit.
She was a redhead with long, curly hair and a bad temperament...
A girl completely different from me, in short, who had hair black as the night and a sweet glance.
One evening I met him in my favourite club and danced together just for a while, before he went away, and it happened also other evenings.
I don't know if it was a coincidence, but I started to see him walking around the city center with his friends, more and more often, but maybe was just 'cause I paid it attention now.
Meanwhile I discovered that he broke up with Cleo, the redhead...
There has been a kiss in the club, last saturday, a sweet wonderful kiss, while he stroked my face and hair and I was so happy I could die; then I've seen him monday, hangin' out with his friend.
We were both embarassed and silent, like nothing happened.
He had also my number, but didn't send me any sms.
Yesterday we kissed again and now I'm so high and confused!
July 2013
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