Giancarlo is my boyfriend.

I am in a relationship.

I care about him more that he will ever figure out in his macho, bitter, jaded brain.

I think he is smart and handsome and slow to figure me out but I'll suffer the last characteristic by chewing on the hope that one day he might.

I miss him because he is far away from me. I have a calendar where I mark the days until I return home. Which is not to say that I dislike where I am; I just can't wait to see him.

I argue with him because I care. He thinks I'm jealous but he's confusing jealousy with my fear of how much is at stake if I trust the wrong person.

O.K. ?

Too much information? Sometimes things are more clear to me when I type into blogger. My brain feels forced to be crystal. I take advantage of that.

I want you Giancarlo Bianchi. Believe me.