Sometimes there have been those moments where everything seems to piece together. Lights flickering on the Tiber flow as if part of an ancient voice standing silent for hundreds of silent dreaming years. While sitting on a boat, enjoying an elegant dinner, a few bottles of merlot, and observing the beautiful landscape of Roma, I thought to myself, this is the one I want to dance with until the end of days, this is the person I’m going to marry. Still the moon is up there, silent, his lighting voice talking only when everybody else is dripping and sipping from their tiny glasses, to learn the sip of truth from the darkest Baccus word.

And what is this sip of truth; is it knowing when you can effortlessly glide through life, or is it when you just know the unknown? HOW CAN U KNOW the unknown, I asked myself while trying to concentrate on the dim waves made by our small boat disturbing the quietness of the ancient ruins set there for a reason…to let us know. And when I close my eyes, and listen to this ancient city, listen to the gods, the river, and the moon, and Baccus, without knowing I know everything; I know that I was put here for a reason and that reason was to love Theresa.

And what more love can be given by a lighting bolt thrown out from a chariot, two people sitting there for a moment, having experienced the grandeur of human hope...the very beginning of human hope...a new continent, a new nation, celebrated in the silence of the dark night sky.

“Do you want some more of it?”… she asked me as I placed my hand behind her head gently leaning forward giving her a soft but electrifying kiss that seemed to last an eternity. When the kissing became more passionate, and our seats weren’t conducive for exploring each other’s physical bodies, inspired by a moment of sheer bliss, I swept her up, and laid her on my bed. We both aren’t the kind of people who normally do this, but then again this is the first time we met in this life and the excitement of our past lives, and our finally finding each other was too much to bear.

“Ayuda mi, ayuda mi per favorre,” her pants were a labyrinth, and I couldn’t wait another second, I needed to taste her sweet nectar; I dared to eat that peach. And with one fluid motion, by her left hand, her belt unbuckled, her pants were open, and I knew paradise, my final resting place was behind a pair of red panties. So there we were, recreating a dream, re-experiencing what we had so many worlds ago, fitting together, exploring what just felt right.

The next morning Theresa was unfortunate enough to have to go to work, work on a Saturday, and at eight in the morning. We had passionately made love for many hours, only sleeping for approximately two, but it was easy to wake up, we need not sleep, we found each other, and were high with love and hope. I proceeded to make her caffé, and while she sipped caffé, I drank a glass of milk, and with rejuvenated eyes we giggled and kissed some more.

Not before long, she was in and out of the shower, and I forcefully made her let me accompany her to work. Why she didn’t want me to walk her is beyond me, but once we started walking she was happy to have me by her side. On di Ponte Santa Angelo she showed me her favorite angel, and with the Vatican in the background, and the sky almost violet, the view was breathtaking. It was the saddest looking of all the angles; in her face was much lamentation, and I joking said, “She’s probably said because she can’t see the grandeur of the Vatican behind her.

You know Theresa works for a tour company at the Vatican, and the Coliseum, and told me, “I know a little something about Roma; I can show you around some time.” Finally we arrived at a destination where she demanded I turn around and start my day. She only had to walk a bit further. I gave her a little spin, we kissed for a few moments, and when we finished, she leaned in to give me one last kiss while keeping her eyes locked in with mine, then she walked away into the distance never turning back but knowing I was there watching her.

I watched her fade into the distance until I could not see her anymore, never expecting it to be the last time I would see or hear from my Theresa. But, who knows how women work, who knows what they think about? Where was all the sadness and indifference behind her eyes stemming from? Why after finally finding each other, knowing we are right, does she question herself rather than floating down the river of romance and life?

I will always remember gazing at pure delight and having wide open eyes for the first time since I was a child; and I will try to view this life, and the next, as a perpetual unwrapping of time, space, and experiences—always dreaming and hoping that perhaps the next time, there will be more than just those few fleeting moments. But who knows? Perhaps once again in this life, she will be compelled to find me and dance a little. After all, with her I am completely at peace, so naturally my world stops for her. But I sincerely don’t think I will ever see her again. I sincerely don’t. And perhaps it’s because she is more afraid than I, afraid of what might happen, but I guess I’ll never know.

Senza una fine?