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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Childhood / Youth
- Published: 08/10/2024
CON TANTE AMORE
Born 1950, M, from Bromsgrove, United KingdomPicture the scene, a boy just turned fifteen, first holiday abroad but he's like a building whose foundations are being gnawed by those who should love him but love is a word that can be its own antonym.
The year 1965, the country Italy. He goes there with every imaginable insecurity. This is a holiday on the cheap with students from his father's Technical College who seem to him like A graders in the art of carnal knowledge. He mixes with them on the long, boring coach drive down and they gradually entice him to their side of town.
He's surrounded by older, more experienced boys. To him girls are a magical mixture of mysterious alloys. But what he always considered as akin to a chimera would prove to be his on the Italian Riviera.
The hotel owners' daughter looks like she's stepped down from the silver screen. She's like Claudia Cardinale to this boy of fifteen. Of all those, whether English or Italian, she chooses this boy to be her holiday companion. They go everywhere together, Venice and Verona on the train. He knows he'll pay later but to be with Ornella is worth any pain.
Nights they spend meandering through town or lying on the sand, days their glued to each other, walking hand in hand.
They're on a warm beach as their last day's sun begins its ascent. Love had been a big mystery to this boy, now he knew what it meant.
As he boards the coach for the final goodbye she hands something to him, her tearful parents nearby. He puts it on, his mum notices. "Wait, what's that ..... that thing?"
"You wouldn't understand, you never will, it's a sign of love, it's our ring."
CON TANTE AMORE(Bernie Martin)
Picture the scene, a boy just turned fifteen, first holiday abroad but he's like a building whose foundations are being gnawed by those who should love him but love is a word that can be its own antonym.
The year 1965, the country Italy. He goes there with every imaginable insecurity. This is a holiday on the cheap with students from his father's Technical College who seem to him like A graders in the art of carnal knowledge. He mixes with them on the long, boring coach drive down and they gradually entice him to their side of town.
He's surrounded by older, more experienced boys. To him girls are a magical mixture of mysterious alloys. But what he always considered as akin to a chimera would prove to be his on the Italian Riviera.
The hotel owners' daughter looks like she's stepped down from the silver screen. She's like Claudia Cardinale to this boy of fifteen. Of all those, whether English or Italian, she chooses this boy to be her holiday companion. They go everywhere together, Venice and Verona on the train. He knows he'll pay later but to be with Ornella is worth any pain.
Nights they spend meandering through town or lying on the sand, days their glued to each other, walking hand in hand.
They're on a warm beach as their last day's sun begins its ascent. Love had been a big mystery to this boy, now he knew what it meant.
As he boards the coach for the final goodbye she hands something to him, her tearful parents nearby. He puts it on, his mum notices. "Wait, what's that ..... that thing?"
"You wouldn't understand, you never will, it's a sign of love, it's our ring."
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Denise Arnault
08/11/2024The intensity of the first taste of love can never be matched and is never truly forgotten. Thanks for sharing this story. I'm sure that I'm not the only one transported back to 'that' moment while reading it.
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Bernie Martin
08/14/2024Such a lovely comment. Thank you. If my words took you back to a similar time of your life I am very happy.
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Cheryl Ryan
08/10/2024Amazing story! It's so sweet to find love and a soulmate at 15. That feeling is heavenly and it's the best form of pure love that normally lasts for decades.
Thank you for sharing!
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Barry
08/10/2024Never quite made it past the first paragraph where you wrote 'love is a word that can be its own antonym'. Wickedy clever/original prose! Melville was a novelist with the mindset of a poet (i.e. he once wrote a poem about the Holy Land the size of a full-length novel). You seem to also possess that lyrical gift. Excellent vignette.
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Bernie Martin
08/10/2024Wow I shouldn't be, but I am, lost for words. I am humbled by the comparison you make. You have made my day. Thank you so much.
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