damiano and you dated for two years. a short time for some people, but a lot happened during it. it was a beautiful relationship, you were both on the top of the world until the sparkle ended, or something. you broke up, in good terms, but still each took your own path, separated your lives. his singer career boosted even more while you traveled around the world and practically lived your best life.

it was not until a couple months ago that you met again. you saw each other again. and yes, the sparkle was there. it never left. you both quickly realized and did not miss the opportunity. you decided to give each other another shoot. you’re even more in love than before, if possible.

“you look extra precious today.” damiano says kissing your temple, his arm around your shoulders, his hand interlocked with yours.

you were walking around rome in a very nice summer afternoon. you had missed the italian streets after all, and this man won’t lose the chance to take you out and show you off every time he can. so now you’re going to eat to some local small restaurant, he just knows your taste.

you chuckle. if he used to be sappy, multiply that for 100. “why thank you. you’re nothing bad yourself.”