The time in Rome has moved one hour forward; meanwhile, we danced the night away. I am noticing how it is slowly turning into a we and less of an I. The good kind of we.
There was a small disagreement over something silly. There was a small misunderstanding over something that made me feel insecure. I don’t like this feeling. Now I am slowly understanding what it is like to share two lives. Now I am slowly getting a taste of what it is like to be in a couple. There is nothing you would not talk about. No limits are high enough, no walls are thick enough and no roads are long enough when you stand by me.