Francesco

Vincent Van Gogh - Starry Night (1889)

She stared at the swirling smoke contrasted with the bright starry night as she exhaled her cigarette. She looked at that slim vogue remembering the first time she tried one.
It was during her semester abroad in Italy. It was the thing to do back then. Plus, she wanted to impress Francesco. Ah, Francesco... She closed her eyes remembering his beautiful face.

She sighed.

He was a beautiful man. He showed her love. She had never been serenaded, until Francesco. They went everywhere on his Vespa. They had picnics. She learned Italian. She started cooking. She had never had a man confess his love for from the street below her window. He was the ultimate cliche. She loved every minute of it. But she knew all good things must come to an end. And so did their summer love. With a heavy sigh she tossed her cigarette butt onto the pavement and stepped on it. Just like her summer love, her break was now over.
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Have you ever had a fling that turned out to be so much more?

Did you realize before it was too late?

Do you ever want to go back?

"El Dante"