Four years ago I told him how to translate a lot of words into Dutch, mostly fruit and vegetables.
Four years ago we kissed for the first time. In a parking. It was demolished the year after.
Not every story starts with dinners and champagne, glimpses and coups de foudre. Our love started with beer, long talks (mostly about music), instant friendship and , well, beer.
It feels like the most romantic thing that happened in my entire life, because it was love.
Roberto, Ti Amo.
PS: after the kiss we went to our favorite pub, had a drink and then went on the beach to watch the stars. It was the best night ever.