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Dave: When love has a price, when is negotiable, then is not real. Once you’re barging, once you’re negotiating, the “I love you” looses his power.

Me: You talk about love like you would be talking about magic. And we both know that, behind the magic, it’s a real work…to keep the flame burning, to avoid the routine, to re-invent yourself along with the partner. Isn’t it shallow to talk about love like it would be a a magic dust…?

Dave: Isn’t it sad to talk about love like it would be a nine to five job?

“-Praise Lord in His mighty power! Get down on your knees and ask for forgiveness! I see you, don’t try to hide your eyes…the burning fire of your sin is there! In you!

She felt her cheeks in fire, and looked behind her hoping that there’s someone else…no one…no doubt about it, the street preacher was talking to her. The most humiliating ending of a day that brought her only heartache. Matteo, took her hand, hurrying to cross the street. People were starring at them and she stumbled…someone laughed.

-Where are you hurrying? Why are you running away? What are you afraid of? Of God? No…you’re afraid of your fate…you sealed your fate when you sold your soul! Can you feel it? Struggling in the hands of demons? Suffocating in the arms of the evil! Oh, don’t you know? You think you’re alive but you’re a death soul walking in an empty shell!

Matteo took his cell and call the Police. Then he helped her to get in the cab. She saw her face in the small mirror in front of her…unrecognizable to her own eyes. They reached to the apartment and she had the strange sensation of living someone else’s life.

-What’s wrong, Carissa? That lunatic has really gotten to you…well, Police’s business from now on…Now tell me everything! About your first day in College, the classes you’re gonna take, everything!

-It was ok…nice people and the classes seem interesting…

-Gosh, you could kill me with your enthusiasm…

She wanted to express more joy, but her eyes filled with tears. She said “I’m sorry” and rushed to the bathroom. The water flowing along with her tears. It took her a while, but she tried to erase the traces of sadness.

He took her in his arms and they laid together on the couch.

-It’s alright…all the excitement, emotions running wild…I can imagine how hard it must be.

-I’m so so…rry…sorry…

-What for, Carissa? That guy on the street…it’s not your fault. These people shouldn’t be free…to harass whoever they like…Look, I have an idea! Why don’t you make yourself pretty and we go to celebrate this day…you know the restaurant that got opened last week? I heard they have live music there…Stop crying, you’re ruining your make up…

-I don’t wanna go to College! I don’t…

She said the words almost with fear, but he ignored her.

-Matteo…I don’t wanna go to College. I wanna find a job and have my own money. I wanna be able to pay the rent…and to buy clothes and food…

-Are we getting rebel again, aren’t we? Carissa, what happens every time you try to be on your own? You can’t take care of yourself and end up hurt…You will go to College, the tuition are being payed, and that nonsense about finding a job…really…

She felt very and deeply discouraged.

-You don’t think I can have a job…

-Well, Carissa…you don’t really know to do…anything at all. You only know how to play with children, or to pray to God, or to make funny faces when I get mad…You’re sweet and nice but you never worked…

-I could learn…Yes, Matteo, I could! Don’t say I couldn’t! I could! I want a job…If I’d have a job, I’d feel useful…and I’d be happier…and more…

-More…what?

She meant to say “more free” but realized it’s a bad idea. She had no right answer so she put her arms around him, kissing him on the cheek.

-More silly? Say yes, Matteo…pretty please…yes…yessy yes…

He started to laugh.

-What’s that “yessy yes” thing?

-Something I just made up…to make you laugh. I like when you laugh…the difference between us isn’t that big then…I don’t feel that small and stupid when you laugh…

He stopped her with a kiss.

-Just when I thought you cannot be more silly…you prove me wrong. Alright…you won again! What do you wanna work?

-Don’t know…I only know how to play…Matteo! I wanna work with children!

He smiled at her.

-You wanna play with children and get payed for that…alright, silly kid…I’ll see what I can do for you. A kindergarten, I suppose…

She jumped with joy.

-What’s my reward for supporting all your crazy ideas? Yes, don’t look at me like that! I don’t deserve nothing in return? You know how much I want you…I’ve been patient and tender, trying to give you time…but we’re together and still, it feels like we’re just friends…

-You mean…

-I want us to be a real couple. To sleep together, to have sex, like normal couples do…

She said nothing. Somehow she knew that this moment was about to come, but her anxiety made her deny.

-Matteo…you…love me?

-Of course I love you.

-Then…yes…if you love me…but not now! You promised me live music!

He laughed, taking her in his arms.

-Of course not now. I’m not pressuring you, as long as I know we’ll do it. See how you get anything you want from me? And Carissa…one more thing: College is not negotiable! You’re going even if I have to drag you from bed in your pajamas…cause, honey…I want you to have a future…my wife has to be educated and styled.

-Your wife?! Matteo…

-Well, what have you thought we’re doing here? Playing? I always wanted you…and when I want something…”

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