My boyfriend.

In the last post, I told you that I would have talked of my boyfriend soon.. So, here I am! :)

My boyfriend and I met in a very particular period, it was the winter of 2008, and I was completely lost in a weird story, one of those stories which can't have a future.. I was completely sure of that, but I kept hoping.

The boy I kept loving for 2 years, and I loved in that moment (I mean, the one of the weird story :P haha) was a Dutch guy. We had met eachother on holiday, and by that time I was completely in love with him.

I met my boyfriend in my village, in one of those few days he used to return back home in those years.. In fact, my boyfriend had just started being a soldier, and in that period he was never at home. I met him thanks to a girl that I really don't like anymore, but I have to be grateful to her.

We talked a lot, I found him very nice and funny, but the main thing which caught my attention was that he had a Dutch girlfriend! And guess what, she lived right near my dream guy.. Weird, wasn't it?! ;)

After having met him, I really didn't think of him, we talked sometimes on fb, but nothing much.. :)

Until last November.

It happened one day that he contacted me on fb, as it had already happened before, but that time it was different. He wanted to tell me that he finally left his ex girlfriend, the Dutch one.

I can say finally because he should have left her years ago, or better, he should have never got with her! But still, when you're in love you can stand anything sometimes, but he probably got really tired at the end.

We talked a lot, and we kept talking for 2 weeks, until he asked me out.

I accepted, I was quite sure, or maybe completely sure he was after me, but maybe in some parts of my heart I already liked him.. That's why we went out.

Usually, when I went out with someone, I used to be very very worried, and excited, but it didn't happen that time. I was so tranquil, it was like I was going to go out with a simple friend, and that's how I considered him. Even if I didn't really thought of him as a potential bf, I had already figured out that he was special, one of those few people you meet in your life, those who still look into yourself. That's why I went out with him, I guess.

As I saw him, and started talking with him, I really felt he was different from the others. His way of talking, and of making me laugh was something I'd never felt.

He brought with him the book he had written some months before, and he showed it to me. While he did it, I felt like he was amazing, but not as he was outside of course, but his way of gesturing, every of us in Italy, but especially in the south of Italy gestures, but his way of doing it was funny, and his way of talking, his way of being so sincere.

We kissed eachother that day, and since that cloudy day of November we have started loving eachothers every day more, and now I don't know how I could live without him.. I don't remember anymore how my life was before knowing him, of course sometimes I remember of some moments I lived in those times, but I forgot the everyday... I'm sure those weren't as beautiful as now :)

I'm very proud of him, because he did everything he wanted on his own, and he is one of the best, and he keeps always doing what he wants, and fights to have what he really wants with his own strenghts.. I coulnd't wish to have a sweeter, funnier, more lovely man by my side.

My bestfriend, he is the one I tell everything to. I really don't know how I could ever live without him anymore.

And I pray he'll always stay.

xxx