Then this hot guy walks in. He's a few tables away. You watch him out of the corner of your eye.
He comes over, and talks to you. You smile. You tell him about yourself, and what you do. Everything is fun and happy ... and you exchange numbers.
A romantic song with no words and a lot of guitar is playing in the background.
Days pass, weeks pass, and you guys are happy. You have dinners at the best places in town and he makes you laugh. You take long walks just as it's getting dark. You sit on this bridge with the night view of a vast river and the city lights behind you. You feel the night breeze. He makes you laugh some more. You tell him interesting stories, he listens. You're in a club, surrounded by people, but the light only shines on you and him. You ride in a cab together through the streets of Paris. You lean on his shoulder as both of you look out the window to see the streets passing you by. The streetlights are reflected on your faces, and everything is peaceful and happy.
You found him, finally, and it was in that little cafe in Rome.































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