I don’t know what I want to share about my trip.
If it wasn’t apparent from my previous posts, the romance of Italy provided the perfect venue for a budding relationship. I saw Mr. Nice Guy in a whole new light.
But The Belgian continues to whisper sweet nothings in my other ear, and it’s so tempting to believe the fairy tales he tells.
Mr. Nice Guy has already arranged for us to see each other two more times in March.
The Belgian is wishing on stars.
And I think I love both of them.