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(Backup) Do you speak English?

You were my reason to learn German... since the first time I needed it. I needed to tell you so much, and I needed to understand what you say in your sweet voice. And every time was more challenging. The firsts times I just needed few words, then more.  Then I stopped to think all I wanted to tell you. Then you smiled. It was impossible not to see you, your eyes bright, your style different every time.
I memorised the routine the first time, just wait, ask, sit and let the happiness happen. I got the advantages of the client, and I needed to see you. Then I memorised your forms, and you were skinny, you always had a strong perfume, you were more than perfect. Then I saw your name! Lost there, just by mistake, while in my head were running thousands of questions in the best version of German, the one of my head. It is sad I could not find any other reason to see you more often, it would have been bizarre.
Every time I came back all the routine, sit here, move there, admire you, feel you, misinterpret everything you do, you smiling but concentrated, sometimes also looking at me and the conversation in my head, always in perfect German. 
And I came back! Completely brave! It’s not the first and not the last woman! It’s just in German! You have practised enough! Everything came to my head with the clarity of one more goal, the feeling of THE purpose. And then the routine again. Come here, sit there, and admire. But it’s the time! Just now! Then a knock on the door, two steps get closer, (what now! I thought). 
The most appropriate time to interrupt my speech, to tell her that I cannot live another day waiting to know her, that I found every version of her even more amazing, that her perfume makes me crazy and the deep of her eyes is the most transparent water of the ocean. That I would like to get to know her, to admire her every time, to build a world together and to reach to the moon, whatever it is just in German, and I had to wait a couple of seconds more, in my anxiety, in my desperation...

and the question...

Do you speak English? 
Yes, of course, wait a minute there!

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