I only exist, breathe and live to one day manifest at Piazza Navona, walk down the Spanish steps and throw some coins in Fontana di Trevino. It has to be exactly how I imagined it as a 14 year old, it has to be a hot summer day, I have to be wearing a white summer dress with pink flowers and white crossover leather slides. I eat gelato by the fountain, I walk to the Arch of Septimius Severus. The day starts with me visiting the temple of Neptune and ends with me riding a hot Italian. I wet my feet in a small not popular fountain, I look at Borromini’s sculpture. All those years of just crushing on Da Vinci and Raphael would make sense. I would kill, die and survive for socks but I would also do that for Roma. Someday…