I was attending a college somewhere in Italy. It was very classy and it showed, from the architecture to the other students. Prim and proper.
Her long red hair that was kept up reflected her culture. She was Sicilian and spoke very few English words, but we left the boundaries of language behind us.
She was already involved with someone. Though whenever he left she would find her way to me. And together we would find our inner children. We would dance together, holding each other close, bouncing all over the room. And in those moments we would shed our vocal chords and share the same language: laughter.
Eventually, as always delivered by life, he found out about us. It was understandably uncomfortable for him sharing her. The both of us hugging her at the same time, being careful not to touch the other. Making sure not to acknowledge that someone else was sharing the same embrace.
When push came to shove, she made the choice to stayed with him. I didn't blame her, love often falls to logic.
Walking past her in the courtyard as she directed the students, I couldn't make eye contact. Just kept to the wall and telling myself to keep my head down, think of something else and ill get through this. Even though I knew, just as well as she did, that our hearts were still in that empty room. The lights out. Elegant chairs turned up on their tables. Two aliens dancing.