Now that I'm back from Italy, I don't want to return phone calls or emails. I just want to stay quiet and create an album of my photos on Facebook, then sit back and watch the comments roll in. Oh how I live for comments. Comments on Facebook, comments on my blog... emails from my new Roman friends that make my heart beat...
I send you a kiss on a whisper... when I hold you I smell your skin and close my eyes... I want the flavor of your skin.
Seriously. I'm not even making that up. Roman boys rock.
I must admit, being back online also pretty much rocks. That's about the best part of my return. But the rest of the time, I feel a little lost.
This is what I look like when I'm lost in Rome:
I'd rather be lost in Rome.