Yesterday I saw you,
Last week I saw you,
A few hours ago I saw you,
And now I see you again.
I like seeing you,
Smelling you,
Hearing you,
But I can't touch you.
Why?
Because you're not mine.
Your fresh,
raw,
ripe skin reflects off the heat.
Your fragile ivory ribbon bow matches your chest-hugging dress.
You're happy.
Even your viridescent eyes smile,
They smile at me,
But they also smile at him-
"Viola! Vieni qui!"
"Violet! come here!"
i look up to see myself in the mirror, getting lost in my diary all about Valentina. I let out a sigh as I shut my book and made my way downstairs.
"Si mama?"
"Yes mum?"
"La porta" she says pointing to the door with her head as she cuts some fruits.
Opening the door I see my bestfriend Carlo - he's been in love with me since I moved to Tuscany, He's quite the protective soul, always looking out for me and I love him too it's just, I don't love him like that.
He knows that though...
"Ciao bellissima, wanna come on a bike ride for some gelato?" He says smiling with his hands behind his back.
I peek over and see a flower in his hand,
"Ah no peeking!" Carlo gasps turning his body away from me.
"Sorry! And yes let me just ask my mum, uno minuto signore" I say with a heavy male Italian accent.
"Si signora" he says chuckling.
Leaning back to see past the door I give my mum the 'pleaseeeeee' look in which she replies with a slight eye roll and giggle.
"divertiti"
"Have fun"
Carlo and I blow a kiss at my mum and scurry out the door.
"Oh and Viola, this is for you" he hands me a bunch of violets tied up in a purple silk ribbon, along with my favourite sweet - a cherry lolly pop.
I pout in awe - giving him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, in which he gasps shyly.
"Grazie bello"
"Prego bella, now come on let's get that ice cream" he says excitedly grabbing my hand, leading me to get on my bike.
We both flinch at the burning saddles on our bikes, laughing in pain. I'm tip-toeing on the ground as my saddle is too high.
Carlo wheezes
"Basta!" I yell embarrassed, with a slight smirk on my face
"Stop!"
Adjusting to the sting, we begin riding off onto the main road.
Riding our bikes through the raw fields, with tall trees towering above us, I take a deep breath in, letting the chilled breeze lift my hair and kiss my neck. I tilt my head back, lengthening my spine while still gripping onto the handles. I felt a crisp euphoric sunlight caress my cheeks, leaving my forehead and nose blushed.
