Everything started in the summer or '04.
I was on vacation and while with my mom looking for a place to stay, I've seen the man so beautiful that it would torment the most beautiful gods to insanity. I felt the ground tremble under me and heard my voice saying to my mom, "This one will be mine."
Few days later I was standing with my sister on the terrace looking at the BMW convertible parked down and I said to her, "You will see, by the end of this vacation I will have a ride in that beauty."
Days passed by, I had fun with friends and then one night while going home I've seen that beautiful man sitting in the chair in the middle of the street watching the moon and the stars. Knowing there is no way in hell he is Croatian, I told him in English, "Are you enjoying the view?" to which he responded in Italian, "I sure am now, the most beautiful star is just passing by me." I kept my head cool and entered the house and then I started to giggle like a school girl.
And then, next day while I was coming home from the beach, few steps from appartment I heard the voice from the balcony, "Stella, do you want to come over for a dinner?" I looked up and I saw my beautiful man there. Do I have to say I said yes?!?!
It didn't take me much to get ready and when I came there the dinner was almost done. His friend was doing the cooking and he took me out on the balcony, bringing me the glass of fine Italian vine. All I could do was trying to keep it calm. His brown eyes were like chocolate lakes, I was drowning in them. His voice was the most beautiful Italian song and his hair... Oh, his hair... Black curls falling on his beautiful face made him look like an angel even more.
We spent the night together, met on the beach the other day and the most beautiful love story has begun. I got to ride in that BMW as well, because it was his.
The day came when he had to go back to Turin, Italy and I had to go back to work. I cried an ocean, telling him I know I will never see him again but he promised me he will be back next weekend wiping the tears from my face while promising that. It's not that I didn't believe him, but I never thought anyone would be crazy enough to make 1000kms just to spend 36hrs with someone.
Week after that I was getting ready for work and while on road I got the message that said, "I'm coming to get you!" I never went to work. My grandma packed me some stuff in biggest secrecy and left them outside so I can pick them up later. My phone rang, my boss called, my dad called, I didn't answer.
My Italian god arrived and I ran away with him to the place we met. I had the time of my life...
