Mio Caro,Has someone stretched out time for you and I? These millions of seconds seem to have gloriously enveloped us, cocooning us so softly in our own moments that we barely noticed how time passed us by. Magic, that is the only way I can describe it. If only you can see how you have changed me! Even my eyes see the world differently, brighter somehow. How did I never notice the bright bright colors of the buildings or smell the delicious scents of this city? “Love, as textbook as it gets”, people might say. Yet, it feels like no definition of the word I’ve ever read. This is an infatuation that might never be satisfied. You have given me a taste of pure happiness so strong that I feel it in my stomach- an ambrosia from the gods that makes me inconceivably happy. How can I leave you? How can I walk out of here without you? How can I live my life knowing that you might never be in it again? Damn that time for speeding up. I hope this means it will bring me back to you sooner.
My love,It has been a week since I left you, and I can barely stop myself from going crazy. I miss you. Every part of my body misses you. My skin still remembers the imprint with which you left me, and I cannot seem to fill it no matter how hard I try. I am in withdrawal. I now know what it is to be an addict- the only thing I can think about is this utter feeling of loss, this absence that you have created that is slowly consuming me. I feel as though I will forever search the world with a raging hunger just to find something that will rival your sweetness. While, all that time, I know that nothing will ever come close. Please, tell me, will these overwhelming cravings ever stop? This is how much I miss you.
Love,I can’t help but see you everywhere I look. I know it hasn’t been very long, but every piece of fruit reminds me of your scent and every sunny day transports me back to the bench in front of of that extraordinary shop where we met. I find myself looking for even the smallest detail that will remind me of you. Perhaps this is why I am distracted by Italian admirers. They seem to be the only ones who are able to turn my head or catch my glance and actually keep it. I would love to say that it is because of their charm and skill, but really it is because they remind me of you. When I look at them, I am reminded of the terracotta flower pots, flickering candle light, and open squares that we saw together. You are the thing that connects me to those places, and these people are my only thread that will connect me to you. Maybe my eyes are looking through rose colored glasses, but my lenses seem to be only focused on only one thing. You. I wished everything tasted and looked as sweet.