I wish I could take you to Italy. I miss it. It’s been a long time since i’ve last seen it. But..even now.. if I close my eyes..I can still remember that night on the beach, just me, the sand, wind blowing through my hair and the stingy smell of salty waves.
I still remember the city, glowed by people’s happy faces and late street lights. The taste of gelato al limone and the smell of fresh bread that would hit your face as soon as you’d take a walk to the store in the morning. The weather must be really hot right now, I bet. I miss walking down the streets and grabbing lemons as I’d pass by someone’s yard. I miss that strong coffee they usually serve with a pastry. Usually a croissant.
I love how I can just go there and not feel like a tourist. I love how I just go there and it just feels like home. A place I barely know yet a place that gives me a sense of freedom that I’ve rarely found somewhere else. I wish you could feel all those things one day. And maybe you will. Maybe we’ll be together, in Italy, one day. Letting the sun burn our skin as we eat gelato, planning our future years together.
And then, my dear, you will see a different side of me.
I went to Italy after I graduated high school, and fell in love with a cute Italian. Your post takes me back; it filled my whole heart with longing.