WITH LOVE FROM ITALY
I wished and I waited years for the timing to be right, to follow the man I had loved at first sight.
Then, around the world I went leaving everything behind and found life not as I’d imagined or fantasized,
but a reality much more difficult to realize.
It was one in which the knowledge of culture and language was lacking, in which difficulties were continually mounting.
I fought, failed, and found myself torn between love and a life that was ridiculously hard.
I learned and grew, got married, then separated, then reunited anew.
I passed one year, two years, three, then more, and despite the challenges, I never gave up on the love I came for.
I now have what I always believed to be true, which isn’t love with the man I once knew,
but love for the richness of experience that has graced me with its presence
and for the resistance to fight for my dreams till the end of existence.