"Oh, my god," as she stands, putting a hand to her chest and bending over to catch her breath.
She is so very beautiful right now. So happy, so not stressed.
So Alessandra.
As we sit down to dine, she begins.
"That was amazing and what I needed."
She sips her wine.
"However, I am still unsure what to do about the whole of us," she motions a circle indicating a missing person.
My heart sinks at the statement and I offer her a hand. She accepts it.
"I fear Mattheo doesn't want this type of relationship. The last time we parted, he said he wanted just me," she confesses as her eyes tear up and spill over onto her cheeks. "But I can't do that because I love both of you. What the hell is wrong with me?"
"Alessandra, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. The heart wants what the heart wants. And my heart wants you."
I pause for a moment, taking a sip of wine.
"But, to love you means to accept you. All of you. And if that means bringing Mattheo along, then I’m happy to do so."
I can't help but tear up as I see her face break, tears flowing steadily down her face.