"will you miss her?" "yes." "good."

i met a boy in milan once. he owns a wine bar with his best friend & a trendy loft just behind. he opened a $200 bottle of wine with dinner & we wrote a song together in the living room while his friend had sex with my co-worker on the kitchen table. they broke the pepper grinder. we wrote in spanish since his english is as bad as my italian. i pretended to fall asleep on his floor while looking at pictures of him on his boat next to his house on the Ionian Sea. he begged me to move to milano and let him take care of me.

i left in the morning without letting him kiss me goodbye.