Oh boy. Sweet as pie.
Simple smile. Simple eyes.
Elegant movements
in my heart.
I smile directly
back at you–
never not at you.
Kiss you twice
and say, “Buona notte.”
Never belong
to you.
You and your bella,
bella ragazza marry.
I, a Minnesotan.
Thank you immensely
for your sweet and simple
kindness,
easy, welcoming spirit–
for the tossle of my hair.
Oh sweet boy.
Naphtalia 
This is beautiful and bittersweet. I’m sure the story is perfectly unique, and yet I suspect most of us have felt something similar, have smiled that same sad smile.
I’ve a suspicion that we each have a Cristian or two in our lives. I’m learning to appreciate the sad smile.