Thinking about the feeling of being magnetized into Abe’s eyes, into the drawing pull towards him – a feeling we felt so strongly for each other – made me feel like rushing back to the hotel room even more so to see if there was a chance I could call him if the time zone difference was right.
After a few more evasions of familiar faces from the fashion industry I knew well, we finally made our way back to the hotel and went back to our room. There were so many potential memory recall moments being here in Milan, as I used to design my own fashion label under my name that sold well only because of my family’s eminence, but this was a fresh start and a different season in my life now. The old has gone…the new beginning is coming, I’m sure of it.
Outside the door awaiting our arrival, was a
