Stefano looked at me. “I’m not completely sure about that we,” he said.
“Oh,” I replied, my voice suddenly lost in my throat.
“No, not this,” he said, motioning his hand between me and him. “I’m really sure about this. Actually, I think I’m a little surer about us than you are,” he said.
“Well, we just met,” I said, putting my hands up in the air.
“And you don’t think people can know from the start?” he asked with those eyes that demanded so much of me.
“Maybe. I don’t know. I think there are people who think they can.”
“And you don’t believe they really know?” he asked.
“Well, I know people who have thought that and then ended up divorced, or even worse, angrily divorced, you know, where they go after each other viciously in court and anywhere else they can. Maybe their emotions li
