The Hardest YOU Hart!

MEET MY BOYS

I graduated already from the Graphic Arts and Design School at the BU and did independent studies in Arts, in one of the finest academies located in Italy. Oh those days of liberty and joy! Translation: the greatest food I ever tried, the best views worldwide, and the Italian boys, oh my! What more can I ask for? It is not that I dislike the fact that I still live with my father, it is just that he does not let me start on my own. Do not get me wrong, he is the most affectionate, supportive, and loving dad a girl could ever ask for.

He says that I do not need to be too independent, at least, not right now. While he is alive (and alone), and the promise he made, over my mother's grave, he is going to take care of me until the last breath of his soul, and the last beat of his heart. He is just bad at letting go. He's such a romantic! He also loves poetry so much, and sometimes, only some times, he can be such a drama king.

I really still do not get why people always say that women, girls and ladies are the only Drama Queens. Men can be such a royal pain in the ass, too! Not. Even. Kidding! To be more specific, I have been raised by three boys and can tell all about it. My best friend is a boy. And I even have a boyfriend, well, he is actually my fiancé but that does not mean he cannot be annoying most of times, comparing him to my actual three boys, they all are in the same level of annoyance with no exception.

Call me a feminist if you want to, but I know I am totally right when I talk about this topic. Anyway, I enjoy every single time I spend with my boys.

But... Who are they? My dad of course! He's on the top of my list. He is one of the members of the University's Board, and he is the Dean for the Architecture School. He basically is like any other student on campus, he practically lives there. That is why everybody can say we almost live there.

He graduated from the Architecture School two decades ago and started his own multinational construction, design and developing company at a very young age. He met my mom when they both were studying in Europe for their Master Degrees. She was an architect, too with specializations in landscaping and interior design. The perfect couple! According to all of our relatives, friends and the rest of people who got to know them well, they were the complement of each other.

My brother Jay is ranking at #2 on my top 5. He is older than me, and he decided to stay in London for his doctorate in Cinematography. He is fantastic at what he does. He is full of talent, intelligence and intuition. I seriously love watching his job once it is done. I have a blast every time I hang out with him, which is randomly, not too often like we used to before, after all he lives in another continent now. But I feel so proud of him with every single thing he does. ALWAYS!

He is the only brother I have, my parents actually wanted more kids, but unfortunately for them, my mom was not able to have more than two successful pregnancies and a couple of miscarriages after us both. They did not try after their second loss. Nonetheless, Jay is the first born, and nothing is going to change that, it is probably the main reason why he was my mother's favorite one. I cant complain about it. I am still my daddy's favorite not so little girl.

Jay and I grew up in a very much selective and closed circle. We are from a family clan, with family friends, boyfriends and girlfriends approved by the rest of the clan. It is really hard to find out who your real and loyal friends are, or who are just trying to get something from you. In few cases, it is all about money, luxury, reputation, popularity, contacts, influences, connections, social status, etcetera, taking advantage of me or my brother.

Sometimes I wonder if there is ever such a thing as love within this society. Love is a weird thing! It is exactly like the types of Shakespearean theme discussions Jay and I talk about. The ones about hate/love romance, deep feelings, intensity and passion, emotions and relationships that involve a serious commitment, and trying not to get hurt. Bonding is never easy, especially when you attach deeply to another person, whatever the type of relationship you are referring to. Friends can hurt you as well. Unless we are talking about: