The Italian

He’s the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of at night.

I keep reading my menu and exhale as I try to keep my cool. “I don’t know where I want you to live yet.”

She looks up, surprised by my statement. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I don’t know where I want you to live yet

It’s funny that the more you tell yourself not to think about something, the more your mind fixates on it.

“So, what are we going to do tomorrow?” she asks.

I smile up at her. “Everything.”

“Ah.” I smile. “Law enforcer.”

“Yes.”

I feel myself relax a little. If he’s a policeman, I’m safe.

“Blue eyes.”

“The opposite to you,” I breathe.

“Opposites attract.”

“Ferrara’s marry for life. Family is everything to us.”

“Can you move to Australia and become my slave?”

“It’s having someone love you and all your faults, even when you forget to love yourself.”

“The Ferrara Goddess,”