When will I smile again?
I remember as it was in yesterday.
I had taken some days off from work and where visiting your city.
We had decided to meet over a dinner in an Italian restaurant and nervous as I was I had arrived far to early to our meeting spot.
Sitting in the restaurant feeling the nervousity in me to raise was not easy. Completely alone with couples and waiters looking curiously on me wondering why I was sitting in this restaurant alone nervously drinking mineral water but then you arrived.
Beautiful in red blouse and blue skirt you arrived to the table and both the waiter that escorted you and I where drowning in your eyes. You where so beautiful and I could not believe that all my weird emails, SMS had been with a beautiful lady like you.
We talked and talked for several hours even if it felt like a second. My pulse was raising and my heart where pumping. I was so happy!
Suddenly it was time for the restaurant to close and for us to leave. As I had a spaggeti left on my plate I asked you to share it with me. You ate from one end and I from the other and on the middle our lips became re-united in a kiss tasting good as nectar.
Hand in hand we then went out into the cold and rainy weather catching a taxi.
In the back seat we then sit holding hands in silence. I want to speak and say so much but the growing lump in throat makes it hard. It feels that I am going to start to cry.
So instead I squeze your soft and beautiful hand thinking that I will never let it go until the taxi stops outside your home. We both leave the taxi, still holding hands, I kiss your hand good-bye shortly. Not because I want it but it feels difficult to speak. I leave walking away to my hotel without turning my head back as I do not want to show you that I have began to cry.
On the plane back to my city the other passengers are noisy like.... I just stare into the chair in front of me wondering when I will be able to smile again.
