Here we are again, on a Saturday night full of feelings.
I cannot stop imagining myself in other people’s photos/videos. Someone posts a video of Costiera Amalfitana and all I can do is imagining myself there, enjoying every single second of it and probably crying for being a witness to your beauty.
Ave Maria plays in my mind when someone posts a photo of Duomo del Firenze and my heart beats faster than a drum if I come across to a picture of yellow narrow alleys of adorable Firenze.
I completely freeze, my heart fucking hurts as if it was hit with a bloody hammer and my mascara gets ruined by the tears that stream down on my face and my mind gets so blurry with a ton of memories when I see a Roman sunset, a picture from Pantheon, a video from Trastevere...
I feel like losing myself, losing focus, interest... I go cold on.
I hold onto a bottle of parfume, a cloth bag, a plate, a mug, a ton of photos, a couple of videos, a few clothes, a bracelet, a few books, some stickers and postcards and a bunch of songs to connect to you, to ease my pain and to make myself believe that we’re not separated and we’ll never be.
Anything about you that I randomly see or hear makes me smile so candidly that my infinite love for you becomes something tangible than a dull, abstract feeling.
You’ve got lots of places that I have to see, lots of memories that I will make, lots of sunrises & sunsets to watch, a bunch of monuments, churches in every corner, buildings, jaw dropping sculptures and paintings to stare at, lots to learn, pictures to take, videos to make, songs to dance to, bays to explore, mountains to climb, dishes to taste...
It’s been a while since the last time I’ve cried from happiness
Only for you, darlin’ I’m saving my tears.