a letter to my mother from italy

[nomme_de_plume]

you should know that tears are streaming down my face im more in love with my father than i have ever been and it seems so wierd to me after years of wishing the inevitable would strike sooner than what god has in sotre for him. i am loving europe and taking my classes seriously and learning things about my spirit and body that i never dreamed that i could.
ive met a soulmate i believe kacie and i are kindrid spirits and i am delighted to share a pillow with her or skip through the town square laughing about silly girl things and immature boys

and seans not so bad more like a big brother type to me now which is something great to have in forgien surroundings

this place is magical i sit on benches older than my country and dream about future prose i will compose and the honeymoon im somehow destined to take someday

i miss you mom terrbily and wish that you were here to see what i am seeing, eat the best tomato sauce and even smell the old streets which are a charming stench.

i love you

xoxoxox

mere