Alberto Stefano

I write because I've got a sentence stuck in my head.

Description: I have been working really hard on this story for the past 2 weeks now. The story is true, but I changed the name of the guy to protect his identity. A writer must dig a little into the past.. ;)

It was an evening in June. I packed up my suitcase, I was going away to spend the summer in Brazil. And there I met Alberto. He was tall, and a very handsome man. He was much younger, he was like 26 or maybe 28. He had thick black hair,very white totally perfect teeth. He smiled at me and I could see that he was used to smiling at people. His eyes were brown. But his smile was the most perfect thing about him. He was a very clever young man, with great love for music. Our first meeting was in a music store. We met again and again and we became very friendly. When Alberto and I first met I just thought it was a silly crush. Over time he grew on me; I found myself smiling, then I found myself thinking of him. I tried not to cry, but my tears still broke through. I always asked myself '' could it be true, or was this just a one off thing.''? He made me smile, he made me feel special.

I knew he didn't feel the same way about me, but he was absolutely everything I have always wanted in a man. Alberto was like my long lost prince charming, and his personality was indescribable. And I stumbled like I had nothing to say whenever he came around, and being completely shy and unable to express my love for him. I decided to start texting him, and making up crazy excuses just because I wanted to see him. I felt extremely guilty for not admitting I'd liked him at first, but I was crazy in love with him, and totally obsessed by him. I went to bed thinking, woke up thinking about him, I couldn't get him out of my thoughts. I was so desperate for him that I even considered getting pregnant just so if I wasn't with him I'd have a part of him to hold onto. I knew this was totally wrong and not sensible, but I wanted and needed him. Alberto and I went into town and had dinner together. We had dinner together every evening for a week. I was enjoying my new life, and so was Alberto. We talked freely. ''Suddenly he asked '' what's your true reason for coming to Brazil, and do you have a boyfriend?'' I said '' no.'' with a smile.

I lied to him because I wasn't ready to reveal my true identity. I had been up all night working. I went and took a long, hot shower. Warm water and fresh soap can work miracles, at least they always do for me. Afterwards, I felt like a new born baby. I wanted to tell Alberto everything he wanted to know about me. But when you have seen as much as I have, done as much I have, it just isn't possible to trust anybody anymore. But there was no point in getting depressed. I mean, why criticize what you can't change? Not that I didn't trust Alberto, but I never wanted him to pity me, and I usually didn't tell people my past. Make-up can hide the truth behind a mask. I started joking around with Alberto. He got really angry! I don't like your sense of humor, Ann. I guess he could see right through me, so I automatically started telling him who I was and my true reason for coming to Brazil.

I told him I was planning to write a book about runaways. Thousands of kids boys and girls of all ages run away from their homes every year. They all come to the big city because they want to make a living, but the big city is no place for a kid. Most people think it's a wonderful place. Just like in the movies, the truth is very different. The streets are full of sex, violence and drugs. Kids come here with no money in the end the only thing they have to sell is themselves. It's a short trip into prostitution. I came to Brazil because I wanted to get away from the difficulties I was having at home. My cousin was a beast, a real animal. He was after me all the time. I couldn't tell anyone. But the truth eventually came out. People didn't like talking about it. But that doesn't mean it didn't happen. It happened more often than people know. Lots and lots of girls run away from home because of that. And once they are on the street humor is like a shield for them. It protects girls like us from going crazy. I went as far as telling him how phenomenal I felt whenever he came around. I didn't mean to exaggerate whatsoever, but I wanted Alberto to feel the chemistry between us. Alberto was silent for a moment. Then finally, he replied in a low voice: '' I'm married, Ann.'' I was absolutely devastated, and humiliated. I felt completely invisible to him, but Alberto Stefano was a true gentleman. He had a very good personality, and reputation. And to me he's the perfect, smartest, and most cutest guy ever, and the respect I have for him will never go away.



By
Stacy Ann ♥♥