Dear Rome, I think I'm in love

Dear Rome, 

I think I’m in love.

Really though, are you even surprised? We all knew that this would happen sooner or later. Any young woman entranced by the romantic way of life you so encourage is fated to fall deeply in love eventually.

It is our destiny, any effort to fight it is simply futile

Now please don’t be jealous Rome, you know I will always be hopelessly in love with you.

The way you pulse with the life of the lives that have wandered your cobblestoned alleys for thousands of years pulls at some deep set need of mine to join in those footsteps. Or the way you continuously reveal your hidden secrets day by day, enticing my curiosity to no end. Or even the way you refuse to be conquered, constantly reminding me of your great history as I amble in awe.

Rome, I will always love you.

There is no question about that.

But, dear Rome, I have met someone here on your very streets. And oh Rome, I think I am very much in love. 

Although I knew I would eventually fall for someone, as every one must do at some point in their life, I could never have imagined it would be like this. Ever since I met this person, I have a new energy, a joy, a hunger for life. Everyday I rise with the thought ‘here’s to today’s adventure’ and only retire to sleep when I can no longer keep my eyes open. The sun shines with a new hope and the night hums with new dreams and even the rain brings a crisp new outlook on the streets around me.

I know, this is all so cliché, but I am helpless in my attempt to describe even the smallest bit of what I am feeling. I have met someone who has changed my life forever, how can I possibly put this into words? 

Dear Rome, right here along your cobblestoned streets, I have found someone I can’t help but fall in love with.

I have found me.

Strange, to think I needed to travel half way across the world, far outside any comfort zone I had ever known, to find my own self. But, there I was, slowly meandering my way through the streets, chatting with locals, sketching on the steps of St. Peter’s. It was like I had been here all along, patiently waiting for myself to finally catch up and realize the potential that lay waiting deep down inside.

Rome, I am not sure how you did it, but you brought out the confidence, conviction, and spirit that I have always admired in others but never thought myself capable of. I know I still have many years of growing left to do, but my goodness what an amazing foot I am starting off on. 

Dear Rome, I’m in love.

I have found the woman I have always wanted to be.

And she is beautiful


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