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I asked the Trevi Fountain for a boyfriend.
A few days later, I met one in Brussels.
Coincidence?
I thought so too.
Just after my thirty third birthday, a strange chain of events took me from Turkey to Rome, from a wish at the Trevi Fountain to a nearly missed flight and eventually to a man waiting for me at Mont des Arts.
His name was John.
The timing was almost too perfect.
So, naturally, I assumed the universe knew what it was doing.
What I didn't know was that getting the man you wished for is only the beginning.
Because love doesn't always arrive on time.
Sometimes, it's delayed.
Sometimes, it's cancelled.
And sometimes, it comes with a passport, a complicated relationship status, a ridiculous amount of bad timing-and absolutely no return ticket.
This is a story about love, travel, fate, bad decisions, second chances, and the spectacular mess that happens when you think you've finally figured out what the universe is trying to tell you.
Maybe John was a gift from the Trevi Fountain.
Or maybe the universe has a very strange sense of humour.
Some love stories are written in the stars.
Others are written at the departure board.