Natalie

He slowly started with his story and mentioned a woman or a girl. She is Italian, he said, very attractive and I have known her for many years. By now, and at least for 20 odd years. And I have been meeting to meet here on numerous occasions. We message daily. But indeed, I've never met her actually. IRL. It makes me wonder. Who is, Natalie? I have a feeling I will never meet her. Not for real. And I wouldn't dare. Although she is in my heart. Very dear and close to me. But far, and the most remote. So I went to see her in Toronto. At least that is the last I know. And she was there, somewhere, she messaged me. Then she was not. She went to Romania. To smuggle art from Ukraine to Italy. I lost all hope in the elevator. I decided not to pursue it. And I was staying with that Bengalese nurse. She was all over me.