Cocaine makes you boring (wilbur x e-girl)

European Travels- italy

Wilbur pov~

Italy felt like a new fresh adventure of late nights, wine and her. This time we stayed for 3 months moving between hostels not wanting to leave the comfort of small urban towns.

Within our first week she had died her hair at first i was opposed to the idea- i didn't want her perfectness to be tainted in a way that would stay with her forever. I spent countless nights convincing her not to but she didn't care about how i felt towards her hair ,which i was insulted by at first, and died it half black half red. When she came home i smiled said it looked nice but inside i was burning up at the thought that she didn't care what i said or did she would defy me and that loss of control was terrifying.

i calmed to the change of her hair within a week or so, the fear of losing control over her still haunting me but less disruptively, and we visited the colosseum. The ruins stood towering over the thousands of us tourists with the sun glowing behind it in an attempt to regain the power it once held, in a strange way i related to it and stood staring at its columns and windows until she grabbed my arm and dragged me to the queue to enter. The line was horribly long which i groaned about but i knew she didn't care, she wanted to see every inch... so we did.

We climbed thousands of stairs to reach the top seats, ducked under barriers, ignored signs saying 'DO NOT ENTER' and saw everything -it was one of the most exciting and exhausting days of my life but it made her happy and that's all i wanted to do. Make her happy.

The hostel we stayed at was trashy but perfect it looked onto the docs with small fisherman boats that bobbed in place, only ever moving a few feet before quickly being pulled in by the rope attaching them to the rickety posts. We sat there most mornings with coffee or wine staring out at the river which you could just see widening to the ocean. She would draw or read while i thought. I thought about her mostly: about the way her hair was fanned out on my lap or the intense look of concentration on her face when reading.

We stayed in Aosta for a week encompassed by monstrously tall yet graceful mountains. Our life became engulfed by small cafes, bars, parks and hidden places that were just the two of us. Moments of feeling like we were the only two people on earth in a tiny town on an abandoned buildings' roof kissing became euphoric. Walking for hours through valleys and forests to discover waterfalls that ignited an unimaginable lust became my only true happiness. The peak of life. That was Italy, the peak.

Near the end of the trip we visited the leaning Tower of Pisa- we had to conform to societal expectations at some point and do normal tourist things. It was insanely busy with people mostly pretending to hold up the tower like idiots. Everywhere you looked was another person pushing up the tower in front of their camera, we broke down laughing. Who could take this seriously? I convinced her to go up finally and pretend to hold the tower too until we found a man etched into the side looking sick of his life so she posed imitating him as i took photos.

On our last day we did the same thing we had done for nearly 3 months. We sat watching the sunrise with a glass of wine in hand, sitting on an old scarf she had, her reading... me thinking.

The truth is Italy was the most romantic most perfect place we had been to and I wish i could go back and stay but back then i was never content with the current simple joys of life. I always wanted more: more of her, more of life and more of every single thing that i didn't have. i wasn't going to get that, yet i was naive enough to believe i could.