Slowly, start to wandering in the open space, and you was looking at me.
At each thing which I was looking, our glances were crossing.
It seemed, I wanted your permission and… you was giving me it.
I was entering in your life, as you are entered in mine, like this, all in a sudden.
I attracted by the desk, from which you taken the little box, where there were the ring, never given to your ex-girlfriend.
You was following me from far.
You wanted me explore all alone, but sometimes we have crossed us our smiles, and I blushed.
I went in front of the desk: it seemed out of the ordinary. It seemed an old furniture, and you was arrived to my rescue, describing it.
I hadn’t realized that you was behind me and you was start sweetly embracing me.
“It was of my grandpa…” you said me whispering.
Saying me this, your embrace has become delicately stronger: I’ve tighted your arms, even me.
Even there, were a lot of sheet of paper, pencils but, above all, an old blue and grey typewriter, with a sheet in of it.
It was written but as if it was been left in half: I have took a glimpse what it was write, but right after I have looked away the gaze, for fear to enter in things that I didn’t regarding me.
You was close to me. You have seen me titubant.
I had put my hand on the desk to better support myself.
Slowly you have put your hand on mine, and slowly you turned me.
“…excuse me I didn’t wanted” I said, but right after, you have replied me: “Don’t excuse yourself, there is no need. It’s another thought I wrote thinking you”.
Right after, you taken my face in your hands, staring at me deeply, you said in silence: “From when, our glances met… I felt the need to start to write what were my feelings for that girl that still I didn’t knew.
And now you’re in front of me.”
It was what which you was saying me, through your wonderful eyes.”