Fortunatamente Mai Dopo

La Nostra Inizio

Some say that love never really has a beginning. They usually say that you always have it in you, and it just needs to be sparked into something beautiful by a certain someone, a soulmate, as many call it.
I used to think of it as something that only happens in fairytales, some fantasy made up to entertain us all.
That's what I thought until I met him.
My friend had inboxed me with a link to a YouTube video, with the caption "check out this idiot!" So I did what she said, watched the video of a Swede playing Amnesia, and had a good laugh. I never really thought much of it, until a couple of months later.
I had been watching his videos everyday, and the more I watched them, the more fond of him I grew. He was hilarious, and, as much as it embarrassed me to admit, he was pretty good-looking as well, with his tousled dirty-blonde hair and stunning blue eyes.
I can barely remember how it happened now, but we began to talk on Facebook. He was so nice, and he wanted to meet me. So I agreed, and next thing I knew, he was boarding a plane to Italy.
God, it seems like so long ago. I can still remember our first date like it was yesterday, the way that we were so used to sending messages to each other that we wrote what we wanted to say on napkins and passed them to each other, his blue eyes locked on my brown ones.
Now, we've got a beautiful house on the seafront, and a relationship like no other.

~ A/N. ~
Sooo yeah, that's the end of part one. I hope you like it, I'll write another one soon. Each of the part names will be in Italian, and the name of this part is "our beginning" anyways, thanks for reading! *brofist*
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