Maurizio was attending one of the fashion shows of Gucci, his mind was elsewhere all evening, consumed by the future which seemed to be slowly falling apart, crumbling beneath his feet every passing day. He loved his wife or at least thought he did. After all, was not love meant to come with obstacles, with hurt and fear? He wanted to leave but then he saw you and oh would he lie if he said you did not take his breath away. You were sitting in the crowd, watching the models and Maurizio felt so alive. He could breath again after many days of holding his breath in.