While we lounged on the rocks of the Colosseum and Roman Forum, Andrew read me stories of ancient death matches and imprisoned virgins and Caeser's corrupt entourage. Somehow it led to a discussion about new homes and how painfully I miss the dogs SOMEONE PLEASE CHANGE THE SUBJECT BEFORE I START CRYING ABOUT THE DOGS. Again.
So there's that.
Anyway, we talked and talked and talked, and as we did I watched the sun set slowly and thought about how hard I've worked, how much I've been through, how every single thing in my life happened exactly how it did so that I'd end up on those specific rocks with precisely this person on just the very day that I did. And did I mention I spent much of my life working my ass off?
But the point is, I'm finally living. This moment.