The Last Goodbye
I am standing on my tiptoes with my arms around him and he is bending down so that I can reach. There are tears of joy, and cheering. It is too loud to hear even my own thoughts but somehow I still manage to hear the sound of my cuore in my ears as I cling to my friend. After a long moment, we both pull back slightly and my hands slide over the strange fabric of his bright blue graduation gown. I look up at him knowing this could be the last times I see my most treasured friends. His hand leaves my shoulder, and he places it lightly on my face. My cuore nearly stops as something in his face changes. Every nerve in my body is on edge. Why is he doing this to me? I know he doesn’t feel the same he has never even considered it. Still he slides his hand slowly inoltrare, avanti and down until his thumb is touching the corner of my mouth. The tip of his finger traces the line of my bottom lip until it reaches the center of my lips and rests there. He isn’t looking at my eyes he is looking at his hand as he slowly pulls his thumb lower and the pressure causes my lips to separate. I let out a hot breath and the air hits his skin, and he lowers his thumb and the rest of his fingers sposta until he is holding my face da the chin. I have been waiting for this moment for so long. I have been waiting for him to stop seeing me as his young freshman friend that he watched graduate high school and finish the first anno of college. He is finally seeing me, a young woman. He really is the perfect guy. He never thought of me in a degrading way, he was always gentle, kind, and wise. He never saw how much harder that made it for me to resist, and now he is looking at me and I know he is truly seeing me for the first time. He is leaning toward me, it’s a scene I’ve played in my head so many times it hurts, and all I can think is:
“Don’t.”
I whisper the word with closed eyes and pull away. He lets go and both our arms fall to our sides. The confusion in his light brown eyes is clear, but I don’t know if it is caused da my words, o da his sudden realization that I’m not a little kid anymore but I explain anyway.
“Jonathan, this isn’t you, and I can’t do this. As much as I would Amore to just stand here and let this happen—let te baciare me—and forget that te are leaving soon, forget that I may not ever see te again after this summer, forget that afterwards te will regret it with all your heart, and then have to break mine, I can’t. But if te do, if te can see us. If te think te could Amore me, for più than just today then do it. baciare me. But unless te have thought about it, unless te have weighed the pros and cons, unless te see the possibility for a real relationship here—don’t. Unless te know in your cuore that this isn't just something te will feel now and regret later, then please, don’t.”
A tear rolls down my face and più swim in my eyes blurring my vision and I can hardly see his face. In that diviso, spalato second—my taste of eternity—it felt as though all the hurt in the world was mine to bear. The moment stretched forever, I was conscious of ever heartbeat that didn’t happen, while I waited for my dreams to shatter o come true. Then I blinked, and the rest of the tears came flooding down clearing off my eyes so I can see him. He is just staring and thinking. He doesn’t sposta and I don’t breathe. Then his gaze leaves the floor, and he is looking in my eyes again. For the secondo time in all the years that I’ve known him he touches my face and pulls me close, but his lips instead of meeting mine draw close to my ear, and in a chocked voice he whispers:
“I’m sorry.”
I am standing on my tiptoes with my arms around him and he is bending down so that I can reach. There are tears of joy, and cheering. It is too loud to hear even my own thoughts but somehow I still manage to hear the sound of my cuore in my ears as I cling to my friend. After a long moment, we both pull back slightly and my hands slide over the strange fabric of his bright blue graduation gown. I look up at him knowing this could be the last times I see my most treasured friends. His hand leaves my shoulder, and he places it lightly on my face. My cuore nearly stops as something in his face changes. Every nerve in my body is on edge. Why is he doing this to me? I know he doesn’t feel the same he has never even considered it. Still he slides his hand slowly inoltrare, avanti and down until his thumb is touching the corner of my mouth. The tip of his finger traces the line of my bottom lip until it reaches the center of my lips and rests there. He isn’t looking at my eyes he is looking at his hand as he slowly pulls his thumb lower and the pressure causes my lips to separate. I let out a hot breath and the air hits his skin, and he lowers his thumb and the rest of his fingers sposta until he is holding my face da the chin. I have been waiting for this moment for so long. I have been waiting for him to stop seeing me as his young freshman friend that he watched graduate high school and finish the first anno of college. He is finally seeing me, a young woman. He really is the perfect guy. He never thought of me in a degrading way, he was always gentle, kind, and wise. He never saw how much harder that made it for me to resist, and now he is looking at me and I know he is truly seeing me for the first time. He is leaning toward me, it’s a scene I’ve played in my head so many times it hurts, and all I can think is:
“Don’t.”
I whisper the word with closed eyes and pull away. He lets go and both our arms fall to our sides. The confusion in his light brown eyes is clear, but I don’t know if it is caused da my words, o da his sudden realization that I’m not a little kid anymore but I explain anyway.
“Jonathan, this isn’t you, and I can’t do this. As much as I would Amore to just stand here and let this happen—let te baciare me—and forget that te are leaving soon, forget that I may not ever see te again after this summer, forget that afterwards te will regret it with all your heart, and then have to break mine, I can’t. But if te do, if te can see us. If te think te could Amore me, for più than just today then do it. baciare me. But unless te have thought about it, unless te have weighed the pros and cons, unless te see the possibility for a real relationship here—don’t. Unless te know in your cuore that this isn't just something te will feel now and regret later, then please, don’t.”
A tear rolls down my face and più swim in my eyes blurring my vision and I can hardly see his face. In that diviso, spalato second—my taste of eternity—it felt as though all the hurt in the world was mine to bear. The moment stretched forever, I was conscious of ever heartbeat that didn’t happen, while I waited for my dreams to shatter o come true. Then I blinked, and the rest of the tears came flooding down clearing off my eyes so I can see him. He is just staring and thinking. He doesn’t sposta and I don’t breathe. Then his gaze leaves the floor, and he is looking in my eyes again. For the secondo time in all the years that I’ve known him he touches my face and pulls me close, but his lips instead of meeting mine draw close to my ear, and in a chocked voice he whispers:
“I’m sorry.”
Forever
Forever te are mine
Forever I’ll be here
Forever is what te promised
Your cuore is worth nothing
But the your soul is priceless
Forever can be a long time
Forever can be a long time cut short
It’s worth the suffering
It’s worth the sacrifice
To forever be yours
Forever protected da your eagle like wings
Forever loved da your ocean wide heart
Forever sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza in your warm embrace
Forever is worth the wait
To be sliced thin
To stuffed thick
Forever is Forever
Forever is Eternity
Forever is a risk
Forever is a chance
Forever is worth the wait
Forever te are mine
Forever I’ll be here
Forever is what te promised
Your cuore is worth nothing
But the your soul is priceless
Forever can be a long time
Forever can be a long time cut short
It’s worth the suffering
It’s worth the sacrifice
To forever be yours
Forever protected da your eagle like wings
Forever loved da your ocean wide heart
Forever sicuro, cassetta di sicurezza in your warm embrace
Forever is worth the wait
To be sliced thin
To stuffed thick
Forever is Forever
Forever is Eternity
Forever is a risk
Forever is a chance
Forever is worth the wait
preface
if the one person te told the truth to all the time was now the one person te have to keep it away from, would you?
would te be able to lie through your teeth and pray that he believes you? what if he was the one person te told everything to, he was the one who keeps te from falling apart, but if te told him anything he might be the one to bring te tummbling down.
if te had to chose between lieing to him, hurting him, and keeping him away from you, what would te chose? because if te dont chose right, he may very well die.
if the one person te told the truth to all the time was now the one person te have to keep it away from, would you?
would te be able to lie through your teeth and pray that he believes you? what if he was the one person te told everything to, he was the one who keeps te from falling apart, but if te told him anything he might be the one to bring te tummbling down.
if te had to chose between lieing to him, hurting him, and keeping him away from you, what would te chose? because if te dont chose right, he may very well die.
A anno fa in my calculation,
A anno ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.
Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.
Amore isn’t a toy and never was.
Amore is what te cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.
A anno ago, there were situations.
The same song played now and then,
In my memory, it had begun.
Tears from my eyes were shed this morning,
It was the most tears I was shedding.
My world isn’t complete without you,
My world and I don’t know what to do.
Amore isn’t a toy and never was.
Amore is what te cherish and keep as treasure.
My mind is at many topics at random,
It goes normal when you’re in my kingdom.
What ends my bad situations with people
Is my focus on you, my angel.
You’ll always be a part of me,
You’ll always be in my memory.