When I saw him I froze.
It's been a week.
A WEEK.
He just stood there and smiled, I stared back soaking in the moment. This 7'8 monster with mocha colored skin and pearly white teeth was nothing but a barley legal boy with a temper.
The man I loved.
It was now raining in Italy. I didn't debate on whether to run or walk to him. The foreigners had the most to be embarrassed about. Nothing was better than this moment, after all a lot happens in Italy.
I ran to him, not thinking about the pouring rain shielding my face. The tears were with them as well, I cried out his name beyond the rustling city.
My shoes ended up flying off my feet, I had no idea how that happened but right now nothing was more important. I needed to hold him in my arms. I needed his lips to press against mine. I needed, such a powerful word. It made me smile just to think of it.
My breath was heavy when I flew in his arms. He held me tight, a promise to never let go. I loved every minute of it.
He kissed me passionately, and yelled to get over the rain, "Marry me." He begged.
I shook my head up and down crying. Happy tears, sad tears, whatever you wanted to call them, they felt good.
"Yes." I answered clutching him tighter to my chest.
He smirked and kissed me again.
It was now Dusk.