He stares at te from acroos the filled room of people dancing and talking between the two of you. te look him up and down, and finally meet his heated gaze, te lock eyes with him for atleast twenty seconds, and wonder how long this will last. As te stare, te feel a tap on your shoulder, and you're lenient to turn around, but te take quit the staring game and turn around.
"What's your name sweetie?"
The boy who you've never met, asks you.
When you're about to give your name, you're cut off.
"Her name's Lisa, and trust me, te don't want in her pants, if te know what I mean." He gives a wink at the stunned boy, while your mouth is at ajar.
"House!" te yell at him, angrily.
"Yes?" He saids sarcasticly, giving te an innocent look.
"I'm gonna leave te guys alone.." The boy stated awkwardly, then hurriedly walked off.
He looks at you, and te wear a look that saids, 'you're about to get your culo handed to you.' But, before te can start bitching, he looks at you, then walks off. te usually let him walk off, but not this time. te follow him, and quickly grab his arm.
"You don't even know me, te had no right to do that!"
"I know te più te than what te think I do."
"Ok, stalker.."
"Look, I just saved te from sleeping with that moron."
"Right, I forgot that the defintion of giving someone your name is actually saying, 'hey, lets have sex.'"
"You've already had a couple of beers, and da the way te were walking, means you're a light weight."
"How much I drink, o who I sleep with is none of your business, you're not my mentor."
"No, just your tudor, starting Monday."
The birra which te took a swig of was not in your mouth now, it was now on his t shirt.
"Glad te approve." He detto sarcasticly, and tried to wipe the wet stain on his shirt.
TBC.
"What's your name sweetie?"
The boy who you've never met, asks you.
When you're about to give your name, you're cut off.
"Her name's Lisa, and trust me, te don't want in her pants, if te know what I mean." He gives a wink at the stunned boy, while your mouth is at ajar.
"House!" te yell at him, angrily.
"Yes?" He saids sarcasticly, giving te an innocent look.
"I'm gonna leave te guys alone.." The boy stated awkwardly, then hurriedly walked off.
He looks at you, and te wear a look that saids, 'you're about to get your culo handed to you.' But, before te can start bitching, he looks at you, then walks off. te usually let him walk off, but not this time. te follow him, and quickly grab his arm.
"You don't even know me, te had no right to do that!"
"I know te più te than what te think I do."
"Ok, stalker.."
"Look, I just saved te from sleeping with that moron."
"Right, I forgot that the defintion of giving someone your name is actually saying, 'hey, lets have sex.'"
"You've already had a couple of beers, and da the way te were walking, means you're a light weight."
"How much I drink, o who I sleep with is none of your business, you're not my mentor."
"No, just your tudor, starting Monday."
The birra which te took a swig of was not in your mouth now, it was now on his t shirt.
"Glad te approve." He detto sarcasticly, and tried to wipe the wet stain on his shirt.
TBC.
When does Amore become something we need, rather than something we want? Amore was seen as something special a long time ago. Now Amore is what we are expected to have with us everyday of our lives. Amore is common currency when te are a teenager, but turns to worthless pennies the older te get. Do we not care about the substance of what Amore was and not what it has been made into today da commercialisation from American Film and Televisione commercials and soap operas? Only when we experience Amore for real, can we commento and judge others who are in Love. Amore means something different to everyone. Not two people’s feeling of Amore is the same. Why do we generalize, rationalize and compartmentalize Love? Amore is and will continue to be an enigma. Only a handful of people will ever unlock it and witness its true beauty and essence. The essence we all crave.
Love.
Love.