I was left at the altar two days ago, so I decided to go on the honeymoon anyway. I just needed to get out of England for a while so what would be more perfect than to go on the trip that was planned months ago.

It's been alright being in Italy, it means I've got time to reflect on things and I can't help but feel that I really dodged a bullet by her never showing up in the first place. We had kinda rushed the whole marriage thing anyway. We'd only dated for four months when she popped the question.

The first day here sucked, i came up to the hotel room which of course is the honeymoon suite anyway it was filled with romantic stuff, y'know the rose petals and the heart shaped towels.

It's around 8pm and the sun is setting, I order my drink from the bar when you catch my eye. You're sitting in one of the chairs with a blanket over your shoulders and a book in hand. I've seen you around the hotel around five times. We haven't spoken but I've noticed you.

I get my drink before heading over to you, I stop in front of you ''Hi... Is the seat taken? the one next to you I mean?'' I ask.