Sing to me

He will come back

      Could I ever have imagined that I would meet Tom Holland in one of the clubs in Venice? No. But could I have ever guessed that he would become my boyfriend afterwards? Definitely not. After all, I'm just an ordinary Italian girl, giving tourists rides on a small boat through the canals of Venice, a family business...       Before, I had only one dream - to escape from this city, crowded with tourists, to go to Rome, enroll in university, and live my own life. And now I want him to come back, because he promised...       We met when Tom, running away from his filming, jumped into my boat and shouted, "Go!" It felt like I was in a movie, and under the influence of joyful shock, I revved up the engine of my boat to the max. I dropped him off on the other side, regretting not getting his autograph...       And in the evening, we bumped into each other at the club. Fate? That's what Tom said then, that it was fate, and he dragged me onto the dance floor. After that, our romance took off. Holland turned out to be surprisingly romantic, sweet, and even a bit naive.       I taught him how to drive my boat, and a couple of times he even gave tours on it, with excited and happy tourists, just as happy as I was watching Tom's childishly cute face.       He arranged dates every evening, taking me to places in Venice that I didn't even know existed, despite living in this city my whole life.       And the nights with him? I had never felt so good before him. It was as if Tom knew all my sensitive spots, knew how to make every cell of my body tremble with pleasure. I melted into him, loved with the hope that he felt the same...       Our romance lasted only a couple of months, those couple of months while the filming of the new Spider-Man movie was taking place. Tom introduced me to his friends, the director, and showed me how movies are made.       It was an unforgettable adventure that ended with Holland's words:       "I will come back," he said to me that night, holding me gently. "I promise, I will come back to you."       Since then, a lot of time has passed. The movie has already been released, and Tom and I are growing apart with each passing day. We hardly communicate anymore, as he is constantly busy. Zendaya says that everything will be fine, that Tom just doesn't have much time right now, and me... What about me? Perhaps deep down, from the very beginning, I knew that we wouldn't have a future. He lives in England, and I live in Italy. He's an actor, and I'm a tour boat driver. It's strange that fate brought us together at all...       And now it's evening. The sun is almost setting, a gentle breeze caresses my bare feet. I sit on my little boat and watch the sunset.       He will come back.       My inner voice said somewhat uncertainly.       Will he come back?       A silly question popped into my head. But I'm afraid to hear the answer to that question.       Seagulls' cries, the noise of the fishing pier, and the sounds of splashing waves fill the space around me. I breathe in the familiar salty air and smile.       Suddenly, my boat jerks upwards. Startled, I jumped and almost fell into the water, but strong male hands caught me by the waist, and we both fell back together.       "Sorry," a familiar voice said, "did you hurt yourself? I didn't mean to scare you."       I turned around and saw the warm, dark brown eyes. It was Tom, he really came back. I threw myself into his arms, unable to hold back tears of happiness.       "Hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?" he asked, holding me tighter and gently stroking my head. "I promised I would come back."