Florence

Florence Florence

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Hello me again!. I wrote this a month or two ago while in florence, this one's a little longer ok?.

Summary

Hello me again!. I wrote this a month or two ago while in florence, this one's a little longer ok?.

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Submitted: June 08, 2013

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Submitted: June 08, 2013

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Your in your mid 20's, live alone, happy and care free. A good job, well paid and life is all good. You and a girlfriend decide to visit london and on your way round you see an advert for a show of paintings and sketches, looks good so off you both go. The gallery is huge with every wall full it's time to have a look round. One part is dedicated to unknown artist's. One sketch catches your eye, your drawn to it, full of passion, excitement, love and romance, allmost as if you have been there. It's not cheap but you buy it and when you get home takes up a pride above your fire place, everytime you look at it brings a smile and happy tear. Talking to your friend a year or so later decide to visit 'florence', you do, very excited and like the sketch very romantic. A couple of days later into your trip decide to have an afternoon drink in a bar you see me, i'm a waiter. I can't keep my eye's off you, beauty i have never seen and you are the same, thoughts and Feelings running around our body's and head's. We talk for a while but i have to work, the bar is busy. You drink up and we exchange numbers texting eachother, mine in broken english it makes you laugh and feelings like no other. A few hours later you and your friend decide to head back to your hotel for a night out, laughing and taking the micky out of eachother turn a corner, a bike comes towards you knocking you over, your hurt, bleeding a little, the guy gets up and kneels next to you, it's me!, crying and hurt i pick you up in my arms, my strength and smell calms you as you snuggle your head into my chest and i take you and your friend to my apartment, 6 floors up in a lift and in we all go to care for your leg. After a time your friend leaves knowing your safe and happy, nothing bad to you just a cut your pride hurt i go off to wash up telling you to have a look around and you do. Looking out of the windows it's sooo beautiful you could live here forever. As you look around a window witih a view is the same as your sketch at home, it gives you the same feelings, could it really be the same?, a tear rolls down your soft cheek, i come back in, you turn and ask me. I start to tell you about my life, that i sketch and it makes me good money and that particular one hoped that who ever brought it would feel the same as i did when i drew it, it has, you. We start to kiss, the passion and love run through our lips, our hearts beating as one two lost people together. Our bodys and soul intangled in so much love, we stay together, me sketching and working the bar, you looking now after our two beautiful children, all so happy and content, yes ' florence ' is indeed the city of love. XX


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