He’s known in Florence as “Gregorio” (Craig), but to me he is my best friend.
Italy is his girlfriend. I am his wife (love).
The wonderful thing about him is that he allows me to be me. Me in my post-menopausal, anxiety-ridden brain, cry at anything, trust no one, failure, realist, mushy heart baby that I’ve become. He accepts all of that and is my supporter and true confidant.
When I think about all that we’ve been through, and how he’s always maintained a calmness, I just don’t understand how. I am fortunate that I found my other half.
Not only did he have me at Hello, but he completes me.