Unlike most who leave their hearts in Paris, I left part of mine in Milan.
The moment I laid eyes on the Duomo, I began to figure out my purpose, who I was, and what would make me meet death with pleasure. I live for the history, the art, the fashion.
That specific moment, I wish I shared with somebody I deeply and truly loved, like a sister or my grandfather. Or even a lover who I thought was a lover at the time. Anybody who's happiness means happiness to me.
I look forward to meeting you again, and maybe figuring out something new I wish to live my life for.