Can anyone help a little Italian broken heart?

Question

(Sorry my English is so bad, I just learnt it at school… I know I could post my question on Italian Yahoo! Answers, but… my story talks about a person from that site, and I don’t want nor to hurt her neither her to recognize me…) I’ll try to be as short as possible. I’m a 28 year old man and just a year ago I’ve finished an important love story with a girl who tore my heart into pieces. I’ve been sad and hopeless for many weeks but… the healing power of time finally made my wounds disappear, until at the beginning of last summer I found myself ready to live a new love… and with this handsome mood I registered myself on Italian Answers site. I didn’t do it to knew people… only, I found it interesting. For a few weeks I went on questioning and answering… until I realized that a girl had been positively hit from what I wrote… she was very shy and didn’t write directly about me, but… I understood that she was talking about me. And she told that I could be her ideal man…

Well, I wrote her an email, she replied, I told her about my name and my city, my passion, what I liked to do and so on… and I realized that her story was extremely similar to mine… it was August and all my friends (and her friends too) were on holiday, so both of us found in the other a bit of company in those lonely summer days… she was 22 and during the summertime she lived with her parents, 500 km from my home, a bit far, I know… but she studied in another city, 250 km from mine, and we knew it was possible for us to meet each other at the beginning of lessons at University… one day I left her my telephone number and she immediately called me… I loved her voice from the very first moment, her different way of speaking… it was a bit strange, but it was like we knew each other from years… from that day we spent hours at telephone, one of us called the other every evening, after dinner… it was a bit odd, I was falling in love with a voice of a person I had never seen…

finally, at the beginning of September, we decided to meet. I knew it would have been a special day when I left my home at the first light of the dawn… I thought she would be pretty, but I didn’t really know her face at all… and after four hours on train, after seeing the sun rising on the wonderful landscape of Cinque Terre, after the forests of Appenines and the Northern Italy plains… I finally arrived in her city and saw her for the first time. An incredible surprise. I thought she was pretty… she was not pretty. She simply was the most beautiful girl I ever saw. And from the first moment it was clear that we felt very well together… I had seven hours to spend with her and already it seemed so short… well, I didn’t visit her city, I was not here to make the tourist, I only wanted to see her… and after hours spent walking and talking about us, our life, our problems, she brought me in a great park with grass, trees and benches… There were only two hours left to tell her what I felt,

and I knew I had to do something (I’ve always been incredibly shy with girls…). So when we sat down on a bench, I took a sheet of paper from my bag and made a drawing for her (I draw very well, it’s my job). I made a drawing of a homer pigeon with a paper message tied to one leg. And when she asked me why a pigeon, I replied that it was because she lived far from my home, and that pigeon could bring her my messages when we were apart. And I asked her… do you want to know what that message says? Of course, she replied… and so I wrote this note under the drawing:

“It’s simply wonderful being close to you here
but I’d want to have the(????) of time
to turn these two hours left into two days…
…and I know that the first thing I’ll do
as soon as I’ll be back home
will be counting down the time left
to our next meeting…
…forgive me if I’m not saying all these things,
but you’re so beautiful that I simply can’t speak”

Well, I saw tears in her green eyes when she finished reading.

So I took her hand and… just two seconds later, we were kissing like 16 year old kids. We went on for all the two hours… two hours that really seemed fifteen minutes to me. “I hope you liked it” she told me, when I left. “I hope to see you again as soon as possible”, I replied.

And from that day we spend every free moment on telephone… she told me what she did during the day, she wanted to hear my voice if something bothered her… and I did the same with her. We sent to each other the goodnight kiss on telephone, every evening. It was already impossible, for me, to fall asleep without that virtual kiss. And we always talked about meeting again… but we both knew that was hard, because of my job and her studies. We decided to meet the same, but… every week something happened to prevent our meeting. But it didn’t bother me, I only thought it would have been more wonderful meeting again after a long long time… she told that she liked me very much, and that the next time I could spent two

or three days with her in her home… finally we decided the day… it would have been fantastic… I had already bought my train ticket…

…until a day, I tried to call her but I had no reply. I went on all the day and the day after, but without success. I was extremely worried, I thought that something could have happened, she was not a girl to behave that way… and finally that afternoon I received that message who broke my heart… “Excuse me if I didn’t reply… but a bad thing happened… I don’t want to cut with you, but it’s better if you don’t call me for some days. I’ll call you later. I made mistakes in my past and now I’m paying. Try to understand me if you can”. I replied that I was extremely sad, but she had to explain me a bit more, because I was really worry about her, because if she felt bad, I felt bad too… she replied that it was nice for me to try to make her feel a bit better, but maybe I was not the right person in that moment… write me if you need to know anything else, she

but don’t call me…

I found myself lost, I didn’t know what to do… it was not a kind way of behaving, I thought… she had opened to me the door of her life and now she was throwing me away, and I couldn’t even hear her voice again… I didn’t know what to do, what to think… I tried to understand, I thought that if she felt really bad, I could wait for her how many time she wanted… I wrote her an e-mail saying all this… and I wrote that he had not to reply immediately, she could think how she wanted, and I had no hurry…

Well, two weeks have passed… and still I have no reply. I know she is well, because she keeps writing on Italian Answers. But none of us wrote a word on the site about our story. I can’t understand what to do. Wait for her? I’m not sure if she really wants to come back. Forget her? I try, it’s impossible. Write her again? Maybe… I don’t want to bother her… but this waiting is slowly killing me. I feel like I was losing my heart piece after piece. I’m crying. Help me, p

Help me, please.

Answer 1

Hey, cheer up, if it is meant to be with her, you will someway, somehow end up with her. That is how love works.

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Your English is great. And you are a wonderful writer! You should write a book. Romance novels. You would do so good at that. Your writing with this took my breath away.

Answer 2

I am extremely sorry for your Predicament, It looks like there is someone else in this Story, A Menage et Trois. This Girl could have a Boyfriend or possibly a Husband that you do not know about. There is another Person complicating things, unfinished Business. She is caught Betwixt and between. You will have to ask her the question is there someone else, Cette un Autre Homme en le Melange. Best of luck to you, I hope you resolve the situation.

Answer 3

are you any relation to the megan who posted the question in the link?
TMI bro! love is confusing and if it weren't then we would all be bored to tears.

Answer 4

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