Here I am in the land of gelato. The land of great wine. The land of beautiful people, masterpieces, and language. Beauty and art surround me, engulf me, along with all of the tourists. But I find myself at times, like today, longing for the past, longing for something or rather someone else.
Have you ever found that person that fulfils you more than anything else in the world can do? Their love and beauty fill you beyond the time it takes to digest a gelato or drink a glass of prosecco. While espresso and wine elevate you for a short hour, this person makes you fly for through life and dreams, endlessly. This is whom I long for now, on a gorgeous Friday where sun and birds soar through Florence, wine courses through peoples blood, pasta e prosciutto are on every corner, and historical sculptures gaze pensively. I look back at them lowly, with melancholy coursing through my blood, and hoping that this will get easier.