The following week run through me, between recordings, an interview to promote the latest film in the cinemas in which I participated and, more times than I would like to admit, my mind running away to him. It seemed that the image was tattooed on the bottom of my thoughts and, no matter how much I tried to escape, they always ended up giving to what I had read about him and a part of me continued to wonder how much of it was true. I tried to create a reasonable excuse to call him, but each one I ended up dispensing with being more ridiculous than the other.
- Okay, enough. You have been distracted all week and I had to call you to earth several times. Do you want to explain to me where your attention has been, or maybe who? - Anna knew me really well, but sometimes it still scared me how much she could read in my expression, without having to say a single word.
-You're right. Sorry, there is definitely someone in my head, but it is so stupid that I don't even want to talk about it. Do you believe me, if I say that I will concentrate and focus on my work? - For a moment I thought it would be easier to lie, but I immediately discarded that option, she would understand, and I didn't want her to be left with the impression that I had started lying to her for no reason. Anyway, this obsession had to stop, and it wasn't even worth it for her to worry about it.
-I think you're going to try, but knowing you as I know you, I don't know if you'll be able to. When your head focuses on someone it is very difficult to forget. You know that if you want to talk to me, I'm here, right?
-Yes I know. Thanks. - And the truth was that I knew it, but at that moment all I could think was that I needed an opinion from someone who was external to all that surrounded me, but who at the same time, knew me and managed to give me a sincere opinion without fear of the consequences. I knew exactly who to call, so I dialed the number and waited anxiously for her to answer me. When she did, I let out a sigh that I didn't know I was holding, and let the nostalgia flood me as it always did when I heard the voice of my sister, or anyone in my family.
-Hi little one. How are you? - Whenever we spoke she never called me by my own name, she always got a nickname. Although most of them I hated, this one was one I didn't mind listening to. It reminded me of my father, he said that I would always be his little one, because I was the youngest in the house, I would be his little girl forever.
-I'm fine and how are you? How's mom and brother? Have you been eating well?
-Calm down, so much questions, it seems we haven't spoken in two years. Everything is fine with us, you just don't look very well. You want to talk about something, right?
-You always know, don't you? How do you know me so well?
-It's my job as a big sister. I've known you since you were born, sometimes it seems that I know you better than myself. What is up? You are fine?
-I'm fine, it's just that I met someone ...
-That's great, what's his name?
-Henry White ...
- Are we talking about Henry White? The Greek god with a dream voice?-What an exaggeration. It doesn't take that much, but yes, it's him.
-Ok, I'll control myself. What about him? Wasn't he nice?
-Actually he was, I was crying and he stayed with me until I calmed down and even made me promise to call him when I started crying again. He gave me his number.
- You were crying? Why? What happen?
-Nothing. Missing you and that, sometimes it is not easy. It was a moment of weakness, but it passed quickly, I wasn't expecting him to show up.
-Crying is not a weakness, we already had this conversation. Crying is good for the soul and sometimes it is really necessary, but wait .... You are saying that you cried in in front of a person you didn't even know and made a promise to him?
-Well, yes...
-Wow, I wasn't expecting this. You broke your rules of coexistence right from the start? Don't get me wrong, I loved the idea, I just wasn't expecting it. How was it?
-Surprisingly, easy. He didn't judge me like I thought he would and when he gave me his number he seemed really interested in calling him. Strange, I know.
-I don't think it's strange. You are a very interesting, friendly and obviously beautiful girl, I am not surprised that he wants to meet you. Which brings us to the next question. Have you called him yet?
-No of course not. He was just being nice, I probably scared him for life.
-He wouldn't give you his number just out of sympathy, stop being stubborn and call him.
-And say what?
-I don't know, invites him to a coffee, for example.
-I do not drink coffee.
-You don't drink, but you don't know if he drinks. Anyway, you're taking it too literally, you can just go for a snack, go for a walk, watch a movie, there's so much to do, choose one.
-And the paparazzi?
-You are right, I forgot that problem. Then choose a more private place if you don't want to be seen together.
-You saw what has been in the news about him?
-I saw it and I think the whole world saw it.
-I had not seen it. I only found out after I met him and I feel really disappointed with myself with the amount of time I was at the computer reading gossip about him, which is most likely a lie.
-Well, you know better than anyone that many of the things that are written are lies. What you read bothered you?
-Not exactly, in fact it made me very curious if there is any truth in all of it and what caused it.
-Are you afraid of what they might say if you are seen with him?
-Yes, it crossed my mind, but I'm also not looking for a boyfriend, I just want to meet someone, find a friend here. Not being so alone, you know? So, I think the answer to your question is: no, I don't care.
- Okay, so it's decided. Call him today, don't think about it too much. Dial the number and call, forget the rest. It will go well. Trust me.
-I trust you, I'll call. Thanks.
-Whenever you need me, you know I'm here. Now I need to go.
- Tell mom I love her and I miss you. Kisses. We'll speak tomorrow.
-See you tomorrow. Do what we said. I want to hear everything on the next call.
-OK. - I hung up determined to do that. I was also just going to call, it wasn't anything special, right? What was the worst thing that could happen?
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Henry White (English)
RomanceShe is a determined woman, 23, who left her country for a dream. He, at 25, is misunderstood by the majority. She continues to struggle every day to achieve what she so desires. He already has everything he dreamed of, since he was a teenager.. She...