I still wonder some nights..What if?

What if we had spent more time together?
What if I had give in?
What if he was not so far away?

I question myself..

Could he be the special one?
Could things work out under different circumstances?

Is he telling the truth when he says he still misses me?
Am I overreacting if I miss him a lot?
Are we ever gonna meet again?
Am I gonna call him when Im there?

I don't know a thing about him.
Only that he made me feel so damn special.
Only that he was the first one to ask me to take off my sunglasses so he could look at my eyes.
Only that he is a drunk from time to time.
Only that he was the first one to worry so much if I had his number.
Only that he was just a summer fling.

But I am certain for this. It is a great memory as it is.

<3 to the italian boy that claimed to be the soundtrack of my summer.



I still remember the night we met....Vlammeno..