His Love, My Home. [COMPLETED]

Dear United

I walked out of the airport feeling everything around me. The sun rays, the breeze, and the people walking around me. I focused on every tiny detail of what was in front of me, the walls, tiles, cars, buildings, streets, and lights. It was wonderful to see myself back to my own country, the same streets, the same buildings, and the same nature. As I reached my building and entered the elevator, I remembered the last time I was there with Sam. I felt my heart squeeze as I had it all go through my mind again. It was then I knocked on the door, remembering all the moments I shared with Anderson, my real father. I was afraid, but it felt like I was there two days ago only. Worries started mingling over as I waited for the door to open. I knew that I had to face him after those years, and I shouldn't be hard on him, but forgive him the same way I have forgiven myself. I knocked again, feeling extra load added to my chest. "Hello" a young lady opened the door with her kids following trying to check who was out. I was shocked and for a second I thought that I was on the wrong floor. I looked back again at the elevator and then returned to her. "Hey—um where is Anderson?" I asked. She explained to me that there was no Anderson in the building ever since she moved with her family 5 years ago. I became speechless as she said that. I didn't know whether he moved to another apartment, or with Marcello, or maybe, he just left. I asked her again about the man who was living before her. She said that she didn't have any information about that. I calmly took the elevator and looked at my shaky hands. "What happened with him?" I kept on wondering. I took a cab and went to Marcello's place. I was afraid of not finding him as well. Looking at the trees around his house made me remember the night we sat together at his porch. I slowly walked to his door taking deep breaths in order not to break down. I knocked and knocked, yet there wasn't any answer. As I walked away to his backyard, I looked at the flowers he had placed. He knew I loved having a big garden full of sunflowers, and that was exactly what I saw. It was already sunset when I finally decided to leave the backyard.

"You again," a heavy low voice stroke behind me.

I took a deep breath as I heard him, it was him; Marcello. I calmly turned back to his place, he was older than the last time I saw him. He had a long beard, taller hair, darker skin, and wrinkles around his eyes. He looked angry even though he was smiling in shook when he saw me. "Marcello," I sighed as I felt my tears falling on my cheeks. I sobbed in my place, without any forward movement. I just couldn't think or imagine how that moment could have been. Different places, and different times, here we were again in front of each other where we first found love. I felt the heat covering my face as I rubbed my tears away. His silence killed all my thoughts about Essex and my other life, and for the first time I felt that I needed him back in my life, and I admitted it to myself. "You look beautiful, younger and happier" he claimed in his place. How idiot he was, I was crying for him, and he explained to himself that I was the happiest ever. I silently smiled as my eyes sank with tears again. I slowly moved my hands in the air trying to break the silence. I tried my best to walk but I couldn't. "Hah!" I breathed. "I missed you, Marcello," I stated and I looked down on the flowers. Pointing my hand to his house and the whole backyard "I missed all of this!" I continued. "I am married Ivana," he said as he walked towards me patiently. I felt numb as he said that, angry and upset, happy and frustrated. I felt my nerves were exploding for the urge of screaming in his face. Both of our faces turned red, and he started crying as he saw me laughing in tears. "You're married" I tapped on his shoulder as he held me in his arms. "Ivana you are not okay," he said as he cried. I placed my forehead on him, trying to get him back into me. He wrapped his arms around me trying to hold me from falling. "Married" I whispered on his lips. He couldn't hold me back, within the small distance that separated our lips, I closed my eyes waiting for it to diminish, but it didn't with the entire urge we had to get each other back. I opened my eyes looking at his stressed red face "Yes you are married" I placed my hand on his chest, admiring his brown eyes in the dark. "For how long?" I asked. He closed back his eyes trying to not answer my question, as he slowly let me off his arms. "3 years ago" he answered. I waited on him to complete, and that was what he did. "I married Fiora" he paused as he saw my eyes widen into his. "I have Anderson and now Ivana" he smiled as he placed his hand on my face. "I wish she grows up in your beauty," he concluded. I looked at myself, broken and sad, and regretted my holiday from Essex. I wished I never knew about all of what happened to him. He was married into the woman I never liked, and had two kids from her, while I was pointlessly dreaming about him waiting for my return. "What happened to Anderson? Where did he move?" I squeaked. He looked at me surprisingly as I asked "You never knew?" he exclaimed. "How would I?" I replied. He covered his face with both of his hands, feeling lost of what to say. "Not this time," he said, "it is an extra load on you". I didn't know what was he talking about, but he got me on my tempers again. "Where is he?" I asked.