Most boys your age have boyfriends or girlfriends, hell, even kids younger than you already had dates. But you? You never took interest in looking for a boyfriend, only cause you were too focused on school and thought dating was a waste of time but you always yearned for that type of love, the type of love where a person constantly cared for you, where a person made love to you, when they held you because they knew something was wrong but didn’t say.

So, on one summer break, your family took you to Italy. You didn’t care, but were fascinated by the culture, the food, the language and the people. It was truly a beautiful place and you were lucky to experience it first person, you walked around the beautiful town as an older man called you over to a table of men playing cards, god, the man who called you over was beautiful. He wore a creamish button up shirt, brown jeans, his hair brushed back while a strand of hair fell into his face, he was requesting that you help him choose his next move.

”Ragazzo mio, quale dovrei scegliere?” He asked, flashing a charming smile.