Maybe it was on that very first evening when she was dancing bare-footed to the sound of a cello in the street, or later that night when I could only just make out her beautiful silhouette through the mist at the hot springs. Maybe it was when I first kissed her, or when we walked hand in hand at dawn in the first rays of sunlight of a midsummer's day, or when I first sensed the magic of Assisi from the hill behind the Basilica where we had pitched our tent.
I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but it was on one of these occasions that my heart sat behind the wheel and said: "I'm driving from now on, hold on tight".
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