Love is blind
I love the rain against my window, I love walking down the street in Florence without having all the noise of the cars, I love the christmas lights flickering in the night, I love the fact that I am so in love with Italy even after three months of being here.
At the same time I am in love with the fact that this time in three days I will be on a plane home to be with the people I love, in a town I love, in a bed I love in home that is filled with true love.
P.S. I even love finals because that means that this dang semester is alost over and never again will have I have to take this stupid stats class.
At the same time I am in love with the fact that this time in three days I will be on a plane home to be with the people I love, in a town I love, in a bed I love in home that is filled with true love.
P.S. I even love finals because that means that this dang semester is alost over and never again will have I have to take this stupid stats class.