Vera's Book Corner

I would give all I have if this week could last a little longer, and if this week could have eight days, and if the days of this week could have at least twenty-five hours. Last week, when Tom told me that he had one week left of his holiday, a week with him it seemed like an eternity to me, but the days with him are passing like minutes. "We need to talk about yesterday," Tom said this morning while we were sitting at the table having breakfast. "No, we don't. Summer is not made for serious conversations. Summers are made for having fun." "Yesterday, I said something wrong, and I'm truly sorry." "Tom, you haven't said anything wrong. You were just being honest with me. My reaction was immature, and I reacted like a child. You have nothing to apologize for. It's me who should apologize to you." "Sometimes, it is better not to be honest and tell everything." "Maybe you're right. I shouldn't know that

The entire morning, Tom was standing by the window, with his eyes pointed at the grey sky. The rain that started to fall this morning ruined our simple plan to spend the day on the beach. Why did it have to rain today? We had perfect sunny weather all week. We both needed a day to relax from walking and sightseeing, and Rimini is a very interesting town, full of rich history and stunning architecture. There is always something new and fascinating to discover. "The temperatures have dropped, it's chilly," I said, and I embraced him. "Are you cold? Do you want a shirt with long sleeves?" Tom asked me. No, I was not cold. How could I be cold in the middle of July? I just wanted to hold him, but he quickly found among his clothes a blue plaid shirt with long sleeves, and he gave it to me. "Here, put my shirt on. It will warm you up!" "Thank you!" I said. "You were mocking me, but you see, it's smart to take on holiday clothes f

Tom is the one who wakes up first, but this morning, when I opened my eyes, he was still peacefully asleep next to me. He is so calm and beautiful while he sleeps. Tom always sleeps in a fetus position on the left side of the bed. I could watch him sleep and wonder what he was dreaming of all day. When he's awake and when I'm staring at him, I'm making him nervous, and he feels uncomfortable. I've noticed that when he's nervous, he's running with his fingers through his hair, and he can't sit still. I got up, took a shower, and then I got dressed, and I left the room without making too much noise. The grocery shop and the bakery are only five minutes of walking away from our room. I was walking really fast. In fact, I was practically running down the street because I wanted to be back before Tom wakes up. It was difficult for me to choose what to buy. Tom and I love different things. He loves the croissants with chocolate, and I love the ones with chees

"Tom?" I called his name when I realized that the place next to me in the bed was empty, but I didn't get an answer. I looked around, but he wasn't in the room. Quickly, I got up from bed, and I ran out into the garden, hoping I'd find him sitting on the bench, smoking a cigarette, but he wasn't there either. When I returned to our room, I felt relief. His guitar, his bags, and his black rucksack were on the floor. I thought to myself, he'll be back soon, he must be somewhere nearby, because all his things were here, and he left his phone on the table. I sat by the window, and I began to wonder where Tom might be before ten in the morning. After some time, the big green gate opened, and with bags in his hands, Tom returned from the market with Mrs. Sofia, our landlady. "Hey, you're up?" he said, surprised when he saw me sitting by the window. "Yes, where have you been?" I asked him. "Did you get scared that I might ru

My mobile phone rang and woke me up around noon. It was my mother. Before I came to Italy, I promised her I'd call home every day, but yesterday I broke my promise, and she got worried about why I didn't call her. She is still treating me like I'm five years old. Yesterday with Tom, I forgot about the time, and I forgot that I have a family. Yesterday, I forgot about the entire world. I lied to my mother that last night I was at a concert with my friends from the course, and we stayed out very late. I also told her I'm fine, and she doesn't need to worry about me. At that moment, I was more than fine. Tom was lying next to me, still sleepy, looking at me with his beautiful blue eyes. "Good morning," he said with a shy smile after I finished the conversation with my mother. "Good morning!" "Holly Molly, it's almost one PM. I should have said afternoon," he said when he saw the time on his watch. "Sorry, it was my mum,&