Rome in $720s RT

My Dearest Italy,

How could you?! You offered flights to Alberta first. Alberta, with her snow boots and slow commutes. You let her taste your tiramisu before I even got a whiff of your cacio e pepe.

And still... I want you.

I've been dreaming of you—your tangled cobblestone streets, your scandalous gelato, your basil-scented air. 

But you know me. You knew I’d come crawling the second you twirled that silky tagliatelle.

Well, congratulations. It worked.

Book the table. Chill the wine. I’m ready for a whirlwind of carbs and clinking on rooftops.

Longingly,

T.O.