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I fell in love in Florence once. Here is the story
A Tragedy in Florence
Yesterday I was sitting in Piazza della Signoria in Florence, Italy. Enjoying the beauty of the city and the replica of Michelangelo's David when I saw a pretty girl sitting Nd drawing a few steps above me. I was waiting for the outdoor concert to start and I had some time to kill do I started a conversation. She spoke Russian and somehow I kept her attention for over an hour and a half until after the concert ended. I proposed that we do something, and managed to convince her to go on the carousel with me a couple streets away. We took a bit of a break so she could change, and while walking back to my hotel, I bought her a white rose. When we met up she was wearing a nice skirt and we went for a spin on the carousel. It was only horses and we both got dizzy while riding it. After she proposed that we go have a drink, and I could not be happier to accept her invitation. We bought a nice bottle of champagne and she led me to the best spot in the city. After walking over a bridge and climbing through some bushes I was standing on a walkway that dissects the Arno river. We spent the time talking, getting to know each other, in the in the perfect weather with the stars above us and the river at our disposal. It was like a dream, having a beautiful girl sitting next to you, drinking a nice glass of sweet champagne and enjoying each others company in the most romantic spot in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. When the time came to part, we walked back when we met and I gave her a kiss on the cheek, we exchanged Facebook information and the night was done.
When I came to my hotel a few minutes later I was devastated to find out that my phone erased her name. In the morning I desperately searched through numerous people with her first name in the city she lives in, but it was fruitless. For the first time in my life I acted like a hopeless romantic, and went to the place I met her, sat and hoped that by chance she would show up. For three hours I waited and started to right a letter to leave in the public square for the minuscule hope that she would find it. And then she came. Needless to say I was elated and told her of my ordeal, and we sat down and she started to draw. Though the time I spent with her today was short, with fewer words but with a lot of smiles, it gave me closure. We sat around, I told her my bad jokes and tried my best to make her laugh. When she had to go, I walked her to Neptune's statue and gave her a peck on the hand thanking her for the immense pleasure that he had brought to me.