The Sink Was Full Of Fishes
"Everything we fight and suffer for,or it would vanish in face of Love,or it is Love"
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21ST of MAY, 1995
She also dig football, and she adores Roberto Baggio.She was surprised when I said I admire him too, and that he's well known here in England. I was surprised by her aknowledge of the game instead. But she doesn't know anything about the Premiership yet, so I am trying to make her an Arsenal fanatic, just like I am, even if she says she wants to support those losers of Manchester City, just because it's Noel and Liam's team.
25TH of MAY, 1995
...then she said she thinks she loves me too.She's starting to admit all this to herself, and while this makes me touch sky and being in Seventh Heaven... the same I know I will be a reason to her sufference in a while, and I cannot resist to this tragic foresight...
27TH of MAY, 1995
What a mad head! Me and Meli went out to buy stuff together today.Hell, she's intrigued by every single thing she sees! Clothes, stuffed animals, pendants, bags-rucksacks-trolleys, sunglasses,shoes, toys, books, crockery,absurd little furnitures, sweets...to follow her, it just impossible!
And if she by case steps into a big shop, then it's the end.I had to blck her or she would have erased her whole credit card money in less than half an hour,but it was hard.. she was so cute to see, flying here and there with that happy smile...
Every five minutes, she was seeing something nice in her eyes and screamin out "The shirt.. the sandals.. the cd...the cookies.. the CANDELABRA!...(!) of my heart!" she launched herself like a stone in the shop determined to bring home the object in question.
But she wasn't fooling by will of owning new things. I realized it after a couple of scenes like that.She likes to step into shops to watch them from inside.She gets amazed when she looks at the way they are coloured, the way they are customized, the way they are perfumed...everything is a wonder for her.It's her way to make London becomin part of her soul, I think, she's like "drinkin" the town and also she's cuttin the image of it in millions of images within her head, different and minimal, sweet and enchanting. She's experiencing London the best she can. We were walkin round Reagent's Park and the atmospehere was quiet, we were just listening to evening chants of birds when she moved a step forward me, lookin serious, and thoughtful...She walked before me for some seconds, and I wasn't sure if I had to ask her if everything was fine, when suddenly she faced me again, wearing one of her best smiles, luminous and open, and as she took my hands in hers, she said: "Your town is an incredible place! You're so lucky in living here, it holds everything one could need, I am enthousiastic about it.. and...And if I would ever got to work abroad in my life, well, I'd love to work here, for a while..." then she added: "I adore this place" and then, smiling back and huggin her softly I said: "You're mad for it, aren't you?"
You know, when we are like bewildered by one another, we've found a way which calms us out, in a pleasant way. We start to talk using slangs from Gallaghers' way, and we start to laugh and all heavy weights fade away from our souls...
Oh, my adored girl! I got what she meant when she praised London.. in such a little time, I'll think as well, and again, that Florence must be the most beautiful place on Earth...
But we've not to think of this now, we've got to focus on the great things this story can make us live, now, and now only. This is something we will think about with astonished heart and spirit for all the rest of our lives. We're living a dream, and such a marvellous one, and to think what's going to be after will just hurt us before the time.
Sure, we'll cry. Yes, the pain is just behind the door, but by now, for the time we have, let's just watch outside the window, this fantastic landscape our love creates for us where nothing has to bite us yet, and where nothing can wound our souls immersed in one another.
Best dreams at night, are givin forces and inspiration for living the day after. It could be precious. Let's see how precious this can be.
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