This year, I fell in love, but I knew I would. It was one of those “I knew I loved you before I met you” stories. Everyday in their presence was like an intoxicating high that was surprising, comforting, new and familiar all at once, and as is often the case with falling in love, I was too far gone before I’d had a chance to wake up and salvage myself.
This year, I fell in love with Italy, a country that is as charming, beautiful and intensely romantic as the men who dwell in it. With each passing day, I grew more enamoured with the landscape, the people, the food, the wine, the language and the wonderful feeling of love that seemed to be, well, in the air. And if only for a brief moment, it gave me a glimpse into that wonderful feeling that comes with being adored.
But with great love, often comes great pain. Endings are neither easy nor inevitable, but sadly sometimes unavoidable (and often incomprehensible). I’ll forever cherish these memories with love, and hope someday that we will meet again. Until then, ti amo, bellissima Italia.