And just like that, a 19-year-old boy stole my heart at a Neapolitan airport.

Unassumingly laid on the turf outside the doors. Jeering at memories and feeling care-free. You saw me.

A bottle of wine in hand and the wisdom beyond your years. I felt like I saw through you. There’s a piece of you I will carry with me. And I hope I’ve given you a piece in return. If you want to hold it. Its yours.

The soft look in your eyes. The way your shoulders shrugged as you laughed. The life within you.

You were, are, someone special. The world is yours. And somehow your presence made me feel more like it was mine too.

I hope to find pieces of you. Meet pieces of you again. I will forever be looking. But you found me. And if you exist in someone else, I know it’ll find me again.

The look in your eyes is something I’ll never forget. And I’ll always be grateful to have been the object of your gaze.

You were so beautiful. In such an effortless way.

I hope you find your way. I hope the world is as kind to you as you are in return. I hope you’ll continue to be kind regardless. I hope you never get worn down for too long. Never let the voices get inside your head.

You’re more prepared than any.

You stole my heart at a Neapolitan airport. And a piece of it, will always be yours.