““Everything’s up in the air--how can I leave and never know the truth? Because in my heart, what I want, more than anything else, is for Luca and me to be together. There’s so much uncertainly, so much confusion. I want to reach out and touch him so badly, but I know I can’t. The space between us is tiny, but right now it feels as wide as the ocean. And as darkness falls, I make a resolution. That whatever the truth is about who I am, whether Luca and I really are related, I’ll stay in Italy until I’ve found it out. I learned another Italian word recently, painstakingly working on the translation of Jovanotti’s lyrics: storia. It means “history,” but it can also mean a relationship. If you say nostra storia , “our story,” that’s like saying “our relationship,” or “our love affair.” I cast a fleeting glance sideways at Luca and realize he’s looking at me, his eyes the dark blue of the night sky. Our story isn’t over. It’s not possible. Not so soon, when it’s barely even begun… ””
