Dashawn
This girl of mine is really blowing my mind. Ha literally. I was still speechless from what she did to me on the plane. I was not expecting that from her. Ever since we got into the car, she’s had a little smirk on her face.
As we drove through the city of Verona, Christmas trees were lit everywhere. Italians love celebrating Christmas. I watched as my girl looked out the window.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you okay?”
She looks at me and gives me a small smile.
“I’m fine. I’m just not a big fan of Christmas.”
“What?” I asked, shocked.
“Let me guess, you grew up celebrating Christmas with your family and friends. Big boisterous meals, lots of presents, Christmas spirit?”
“Well, yeah,” I said.
“I’ve always known Santa wasn’t real. My parents were
