Benvenuto a Genoa, che tu possa essere assorbito dall'amore dorato.
Standing alone with my luggage in hand my heart jostles my rib cage - threatening to break free. A caged dove anxious for freedom.
I scan the crowd.
Searching.
Standing alone with a single lilac in hand is the boy.
Found.
He wears a loose long sleeve button up slightly undone, cream corduroy pants and a deep green Italia ball cap. He finds me instantly. Smiling ear to ear - allowing the skin framing his soft honey eyes to crinkle.
His eyes.
They abruptly bring me back to the golden hour. Rich. Lavish. I fall deep into them. Landing in an endless sea of bright honey and liquid gold.
"Bella, welcome"
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I'm Sorry You Love Me
Fiksi UmumBella Rawlins is a high school student in NYC when she flies to a remote town on the coast of northern Italy to reunite with her exchange student over the summer. As she spends midsummer season entranced by Italian sonnets and budding feelings she c...
