This message is for the waiter... not the one with glasses, nor the tallest... but you, the slightly shorter one, the most handsome.
It's me, the girl from Friday night, wearing a gray tank top and black shorts. I was with my mother.
You offered us ice cream... and in that moment, my heart stopped being mine. It was love at first sight.
Please hold me back. I'm about to leave for Brindisi, then France.
But you... you will never be erased from my heart. I will never forget you. 😞💔
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