Romance in Venezia

20180503_234604.jpgHe gets out of the bus first and then he holds out his hand so I can descend the little stairs easily and step into the night, onto the wet pavement. Backpacks on our backs, hand in hand, we walk through a city that appears to be sleeping. It’s near midnight and the moon is shining bright through the clouds. It is raining. There is no one to be seen in the little alleyways. We are exploring this city we have never seen before, in a way that not many people do. The little bridges are lighted by only the streetlights and the water seems to sparkle. I look at him and my heart swells. He is on his knees, taking a picture of the glittering water, trying to catch the reflection of this gorgeous city. Then he turns around and looks at me. Our clothes are soaked and our hair is sticking to our faces, but we don’t care. We look at each other and the way the light catches in his eyes, makes me think of our very first kiss. So similar, four years later, on our anniversary trip to Venice ♥

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