Joking about it being microscopic, unfortunately –
But thinking about it nonetheless.
PROGRESS!
25
Emilia
In spite of all my resistance, Giorgio wore me down…
And slowly won me over.
He came in every day, just like he said he would, radiating cheerful energy.
The first day, I was like,Great, here he is again –
But I was literally shocked when he left after five minutes.
Oh – he actually meant what he said!
He never overstayed his welcome. Five minutes or less, and he was gone.
While he drank his espresso, he would tell me one or two bad dad jokes.
I would groan –
But I liked it.
I liked that he wasn’t like other Italian men who made their humor all sexually charged. I’d had enough of that back in Milan.
He just said something to make me smile or laugh –
And then he left.
And…
Well…
I have to admit, his incredibly handsome face wasn’t too hard on the eyes.
Not to mention those big, broad shoulders in his impeccably tailored suits.
Before I knew it, I found myself looking forward to his visits.
I would catch myself glancing up at the door every time someone came in, hoping it was him –
And then my heart sank a little when it wasn’t.
Occasionally I would have my back turned to the door, immersed in whatever task I was doing –
And I would hear his voice behind me:
“Ciao, Biondina.”
Hello, Blondie.
Every time, my heart skipped a beat.
