How come I feel gloomy in Rome?
"Rome." I whispered to the wind.
Even when I'm saying the name of the place I'm in, he's the one I think of because he is Rome after all.
He was just as beautiful as this place.
It was already years of building myself but everything seems like it only happened yesterday. The happiness and heartaches. It was all fresh in my mind.
If I ever go back, will you be there? Will you spread your arms and give me a genuine smile? Or will you throw me hate and close your doors?
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events and incidents are either the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The pictures that I use and will use are from google and will give credits below. My coverphoto is from a template in Canva. This story is in Tagalog-English.
Link of the picture: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.vogue.com%2Farticle%2Frome-tourist-free-neighborhood-guide-monti-testaccio&psig=AOvVaw0Z1hmVjweMssHJ9hYie0Kz&ust=1686062278697000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CBMQjhxqFwoTCJDU9u72rf8CFQAAAAAdAAAAABAE
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