“That’s why I love you”, he says.
This may be in a jokey way – or maybe not. Or, maybe both? It doesn’t matter as it’s true, in any case.
As usual, all my doubts, uncertainties, confusion, etc. melted the moment that I saw him. How does he do this to me? I have to be honest and say that, were it not for the internet we may never have even noticed each other, even if we had met before, although, if we had spoken, maybe it would have been different. But now, I only have to see him, even from a distance!
I had sent texts during the day. He hadn’t replied. I was aware that he may not, what with the BIG DAY being today and, I guessed, everyone running around as if the Queen were about to visit. His responsibility being the ‘look’, I thought he may be even busier than most. That was OK. I knew what this was like (sort of) and, so, was not pressing.
I got home and waited. Eventually, he called. He was going to go home. He was late. I suggested that he may want to come to my place first, to check out and decide what I was going to wear for the ‘do’ tonight. He thought that was a good idea.
He got to Porta Venezia and suggested going for a pizza and would I like to come there. I said yes but I had to change and sort out the dogs. Then he rang saying he was already at Porta Venezia and should we meet at Pizza OK. I suggested Timeout 2 as it was closer to my place and he could then come back to mine for the five minutes it would take to sort through what I would wear.
I walked the few minutes to Timeout 2, realising, as I walked, that it was, probably, closed. It was Tuesday and I was convinced that it was closed for that day. It was. I try to phone him. He is on the phone (as usual). I walk up towards Pizza OK as I know that’s where he’s coming from. Trying to call him all the time. Still engaged. I start walking back to Timeout 2. He is already there and calls out to me.
We kiss on the cheeks, well, almost on the lips. We end up in the pizzeria Liù. V & I used to go there when we first lived in Milan in Via Eustachi. We talk. He tells me about his day. How the stuff he had to do in the shop should have taken a couple of hours but how customers would ask him about the price of this or that or how they find the right size or where is so-and-so and, so, it meant he was there for over 8 hours. On his feet all day, a new phrase he learnt last night.
And how, because he was in the shop and so busy, he didn’t have his phone on and so only read my messages just before he phoned me.
He has electricity in his flat now. He will be able to finish the decoration. He is happier. I tell him I’m meeting A on Thursday night. He might come. I said I had told A that F might not be there as I didn’t know what he was doing but that I would be there anyway. I have to see A as he is leaving for his parents early next week. I say that I have agreed to meet G on Saturday night for a beer and a pizza. Again, I have said I don’t know if F will be there. He thanks me for this. I explain that I know he’s feeling stressed right now and I understand and so, although I have to see these people and would prefer that he were there, I understand if he is not.
And he thanks me again for being so understanding and that’s when he says “That’s why I love you”.
The pizza was good, the base being particularly nice. I don’t remember if it was always this good. We also have Milanese cake (that I forget the name of the cake but it is really nice – brought out at this time of year). He says he will be spending a lot of time at the flat. I explain that I have arranged to meet L and take the dogs (hers and mine) to the park near the airport on Saturday morning at 10 because I thought that he would want to go and do painting and that it would encourage us to get up and not waste the day. He is happy with that and makes plans to come and stay at mine at Friday because he is closer to his flat and it means we can get up just that little bit later.
He tells me that he had planned that he would go home, have a shower, get his stuff ready for tomorrow and come and stay at mine. I said that I thought it would be easier and better if he stayed at his, apologising that I wouldn’t be there as I needed to be in work on time. He said it was a good idea. And it was, even if it means spending the night apart. He is, in fact, relieved that I came up with this suggestion as it will be much better for both of us. It’s practical, anyway.
I tell him that, obviously, I would have preferred to be with him and that I missed him last night. I tell him that much, anyway.
We go home. I try on the jacket. He is pleased with it and says it looks really nice and the sartoria (tailors) have done a good job. I take all the jeans out of the wardrobe. He goes through them, rejecting most. He finds one that he likes and then another. He looks at the jumpers I have (that I could wear). He thinks a white shirt, or blue, is better. For shoes he obviously is not impressed by my type of normal shoe. It’s not his style, for certain. But he decides, in the end, on the new ‘trainer-type’ shoe that I bought that time in Fox Town with A.
We hug and kiss. He had said earlier that, being on his feet all day, his feet were doing that throbbing that they do. I said I would drive him back home. He protested that it was not necessary and I would have difficulty parking when I got back. I said it would be OK. I took him anyway and I know he was grateful. I was back home within 15 minutes and found somewhere to park. I was lucky, I know.
And, because I had seen him and been with him, sleeping, even if alone, was not so bad. And I know that he misses me too and he had said, during the meal, that he had explained to a colleague and friend that he would be going to my place and staying there because it was only fair and that I had the dogs and he didn’t want me to be always going to his place because of them, etc. I knew this anyway.
But, I still don’t quite understand why, when I see him, when we’re together,I don’t have any doubts or fears or concerns. Everything is, always, mostly, nearly completely perfect.
