What we'd do

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The weird thing about the Italy trip was actually what I missed or noticed.
All this time of great joy and adventure, all I could think of was her.... What if she would be here.....what would she do? what would she say? would she laugh? would she sigh? would she be amazed? would she? would she?

And the worst part was in all I saw and everywhere I looked I saw her....her face....her legs.....her laugh......her hair.......her perfume.......her presence.....I felt all that all day long. And even though it made me feel sad it also made me aware of what I feel for her. (as far as I already didn't knew.)

I wondered how it wuold be to be with her there. What we'd do. What we'd say. What we'd eat. Where we'd go. What we'd feel.

Have you ever been there? ever felt that? if you haven't.....then you have never been in love. not for real anyway.