He calls me when he says he will. He takes me out. He likes me. He wants to be around me. He doesn’t want anyone else to have me. When he is having the time of his life with his friends, all he can think about is how long it will be until he gets to see me again. He will go back to home in one week, and he his devastated that he has to leave me. He wants me to come with him. He wants me to meet his parents. He is everything I thought I was looking for.
Despite all of this, I can’t help but want something else. Something different, something less abrasive, something more like you. Your beautiful eyes hidden behind those thick Buddy Holly glasses. Your horrible European haircut. Your regrettable Hawaiian tattoos. That thick grey sweater you wear daily regardless of the 80 degree weather. Your infectious smile.
When he talks to you, I see the way you look past him and try to catch my eye. I may never see him again, but I will spend everyday for 5 more months smiling and waving at you on my way to the office. And you will sit in the lounge outside of the office before your classes and pretend you weren’t staring when I look up from my paperwork. You will wonder what I think of you, and I will wish that you only knew. You will try to learn as much English as you can in your classes in hopes to tell me what you’ve wanted to say. And I will spend my free time brushing up on my Italian, in case I feel the need to say what I want to say first.
Se l’amore a prima vista è vero, io penso che ti amo.