5 months later
- Rita, we’ve gotta talk – disse-me
o Shannon ao telefone, quando eu estava na loja dos Waffles do Jason e do Ryan.
- Good, i want to talk to you too. Where do you
wanna meet?
- Where are you? I’m coming to you.
- I’m on the Waffle’s house.
- Alone?
- Yes, alone. Why?
- Nothing. I’m coming. See you.
- See ya. – desliguei – Ryan, would you please
give me a waffle with strawberry?
- Sure thing, honey. The small or big ones?
- A very small please. – sorri
- Ok, 10 seconds – preparou o waffle e
entregou-me – is everything ok?
- yep, everything’s … fine. Thank you.
- If you need something call me, ok?
- Sure, thank you. – passado um
bocadinho, depois de acabar de comer, apareceu o Shannon.
- Hi, Kitty cat. – Deu-me um
beijo rápido nos lábios.
- Hi. Do you want something to eat?
- yeah, a waffle with chocolate, I think. Hey
Ryan.
- Hey man, how are you?
- Golden. Hum… you want one too? – perguntou-me
- Sure.
- So it’s two waffles with chocolate, please.
- Ok, I’ll be right back.
- So honey. How was your day?
- I’m so tired, you have no idea! I had to get
out a little… I cant see clothes in front of me anymore! And no, shann, I’m not flirting! – rimo-nos
- yeah, tomorrow you’ll leave to Hawaii… I
can’t even believe it!
- That’s the reason I wanted to talk to you.
- yeah, me too.
- Oh, you first, then.
- No, you first.
- Ok, then..Well, tomorrow I’ll go to Hawaii
for 5 months and you’ll go on tour… also for 5 MONTHS. 5 months without each
other. – agarrei-lhe na mão – I don’t eant you to be stuck in our relationship.
- I guess you’re right. I don’t want to stuck
you either. You’ll go there, meet a hundred hot actors and I want you to have
fun…
- I’ve been thinking a lot, you know. And I
guess that its better if we break up for a while… When we come back, if we
still love each other, maybe we would be together again, I don’t know.
- I was thinking the same.. Every time we meet
here… we’ll see.
- I’m sorry, baby. I know you wanted me to go
with you, but…
- I know, baby… I know. – fez-me
festinhas com o polegar, olhando-me nos olhos.
- Here you have your waffles, guys.
- Thank you – respondi.
- You know I love you, don’t you? This doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore,
because I do… And I will, until we come back.
- I know, Shannon. I love you too. – respondi.
-Ok, let’s not think about it anymore, and
enjoy our last night.
- You’re right. And this waffle is smiling at
me.
- God, I’m starving! – Ficámos a
comer e a converser sobre o nosso dia.
- Let’s go home, i’ll make dinner for us.
- Ok, let me just pay.
- I’ll be waiting for you
outside. – Cheguei lá fora e acendi o cigarro habitual, coisa que ele repetiu
quando se juntou a mim, colocando o braço por cima dos meus ombros.
Chegámos a casa e fui logo para a cozinha. Ele sentou-se num banco alto em
frente da bancada.
-Well, what do you want to eat?
- What about some Portuguese food?
- hum, I was thinking about some pasta with a
lot of things like tuna, sausages, mushrooms, boiled eggs and
cream on the top…
- That’s good too.. Whatever you want.
Coloquei entao um
tacho no fogão com água e sal e deixei-a ferver. Comecei a cortar as salsichas,
delicias do mar, cogumelos, atum e coentros.
- SHANN!! Come
here, babe! – ele já estava sentado á frente da tv a ver uma das series da HBO,
talvez o True Blood.
- Need help? –
perguntou, chegando á cozinha
- would you put the pasta on the water, please?
- sure… - pegou
no boião da massa e pô-la na água a ferver. Depois de o fazer, começou a
fazer-me pequenas massagens nos ombros enquanto eu cortava os ingredientes.
Percorreu as suas mãos ao longo dos meus braços até ás minhas mãos, cortando
também os ingredientes comigo, mas mais lentamente, enquanto me dava beijinhos
na bochecha.
- Shann… - disse,
com a voz trémula.
- Are you crying?
– pousei as coisas na bancada e virei-me para ele, que me envolveu num abraço
forte.
- i dont wanna leave you, im not going to
Hawaii! – dizia, chorando.
- Of course you will! Hawaii it’s everything
you’ve ever dreamt about! You’ll make your dream come true and I don’t want to
be the person who stole you this opportunity
- What if we meet other people and forget about
each other, Shannon?!
- then we’ll know, and make sure, that we
enjoyed the last days… and I know that even if we stop loving each other, we
will never forget. Let’s just not think about that, ok? – secou-me as
lágrimas com os indicadores. – Let’s end this dinner. – Ele foi mexer a massa
que ja estava cozida e retirou-lhe a água. Eu acabei de o preparar enquanto ele
pôs a mesa. Coloquei-o numa travessa e levei-o para a sala. Entretanto ele já
tinha aberto uma garrafa de vinho e servindo-nos. Fiz o mesmo com o jantar e
sentámo-nos.
- is it good? – perguntei, começando a comer.
- It’s great! –
Fomos comendo, bebendo e conversando sem nos lembrarmos do que iria acontecer
no dia seguinte. Quando acabámos, levantei-me e sentei-me ao seu colo
tirando-lhe o copo de vinho e cigarro das mãos. Beijei levemente a sua boca,
até entrarmos numa carinhosa troca de beijos. – Tell me… how am i supposed to
live without this for 5 months? – questionou-se enquanto nos beijávamos.
- shut up, or i’m not travelling tomorrow!
- yes you will, but I cant hide that i already
miss you…
- I
miss you too… - voltei a beija-lo e acabei por lhe tirar a camisola. Ele pegou
em mim e levou-me para a cama. Retirámos as nossas roupas, sem pressas,
aproveitando ao máximo o momento. A noite estava fria, por isso tapámo-nos com
um lençol e fizemos amor. Adormece-mos abraçados, até ao dia seguinte: O dia
tão indesejado.
