Mr. Italy

The Italian guy from the other night called me this morning.

Phone rings.

I answer, "Hello."
"Hey you. I just had to call to make sure you’re a real person."
I laugh. "What does that mean?"
"Well I didn’t think you remembered me and I wasn’t sure if you gave me the right number or not."
I laugh again. "Awww! Well, I didn’t give my number to anyone else, so yes, I remember you."
"So I’m the lucky one then! What are you doing?" He says.
"I just got to work and I’m drinking my coffee."

Our small talk continues. He’s nice and I’m surprised that our convo isn’t full of awkward silence. We talk for about 20 minutes.

But Mr. Italy has no idea that he’s talking to a broken woman, or that he is a temporary distraction.

Mr. Italy’s jokes, his flattery… none of it stands a chance against the ache I feel in my bones for how much I miss my ex. Inside I’m mourning and my heart is feverish. He was "home" to me, and I am officially homesick.

somerandomguy

July 2, 2013

I love his nickname!!! Mr. Italy!!! 🙂 That is so awesome, I am in love with that!! 🙂 When I first start talking with Adriana when we were working, I didn’t look at her as my coworker, but as a person. I actually decided to talk with a little more, because she seemed to me a different than the rest of the people at work. (And boy was I right on the money about that, ..

.. because if I wasn’t.. we wouldn’t be the bestest of friends that we both are). But, when I started talking with her, I really didn’t know what was going with her and things like that. And even if I knew what was going on with her (personally, I mean), that wasn’t going to stop me because I thought she was a special person. .. And to this day, even though she knows more about me and knows me ..

.. too well, I am so glad with each new day that I have such a great and important person like her in my life. Saying all of this, just go with the flow, and don’t worry about how he looks at you. Remember what you said earlier that, you are getting your feet wet again. You are taking the first steps in repairing your broke and shattered heart, my friend.

.. and whatever the future holds, the loves that you have for your ex will never replaced. Just instead something new will grow and prosper and lead you to something great. It is never easy to give away a part of your heart, but sometimes we have to make that sacrifice, that we can become happier and make that choice for ourselves, my dear friend. We can’t be miserable ..

.. and stick to something that isn’t gonna be stuck to the wall, you know what I mean? As Adriana has been telling me, we just have to take it minute by minute and along the way, hope that things turn themselves around. It has only been few weeks – time will heal all wounds. It always has, it always is, and it always will.

Ah come on, Italians are awesome 😉 Maybe hell stick around long enough to make it better.