Dear Journal,

Today's Versace fashion show was a whirlwind of opulence and high fashion.

May and I attended, and as we watched the models strut down the runway, she pointed out several notable faces who could be perfect for our upcoming seasons. Her eye for detail and her deep understanding of the industry were impressive, and I found myself appreciating her insights more than ever.

It was hard to ignore Emily, who was also walking in the show.

Even if I wished that her face would melt into a toxic vac of Fenty foundation, she wore a gorgeous black number that stuck to the curves of her body.

She sparkled like stars in the night sky. I would have placed her in a red floor length dress with a large slit to highlight those long legs of her.

Okay. I know. I may hate her empty guts but I can admire the work of art she's modeling.

Emily seemed to be trying to catch my attention during the after party, but I barely registered her presence. My focus was on May and the fashion we were immersed in.

After show were filled with journalists and reporters who wanted all sorts of answers. I was more than happy to brush past them. May was giving an interview, so I decided to go backstage to find someone who could help with our upcoming project.

Listen. This still makes my blood boil but I'll try to write without snapping my own pen in half. (Forgive the ink marks!)

What I stumbled upon was a group of models gathered around a monitor, with my ex in the center. They were whispering and drinking, clearly enjoying the show's aftermath.

Their conversation quickly turned to James, who was apparently fixated on Emily.

What rubbish.

I was about to leave when I heard May's name mentioned. The group began gossiping about her, with my ex labeling her as unprofessional and warning them against working with me. It was a painful blow, but what truly enraged me was the rumor that James had been obsessively pursuing May despite her repeated refusals.

That piece of shit. I wish May didn't stop me. I wanted to buy a shovel, find the most remotest part of Italy, and bury him in a six foot hole—alive!

I stormed out, my anger boiling over.

I found May and my heart ached for her. Seeing her so visibly affected by the whispers and lies was unbearable. I knew I had to do something to lift her spirits and show her how much she meant to me.

I rented a scooter, reminiscent of the charming character from "Roman Holiday," and took May on a spontaneous adventure around Rome. It was our last day here, and I wanted to make it unforgettable. We rode through the city, taking in the sights and enjoying the freedom of the open road.

Look at me, Mr Spontaneous Romantic.

We stumbled upon a quaint winery and decided to indulge.

We got drunk, and as the evening settled, we lay in the grass surrounded by vineyards. The stars began to appear in the sky, and I found myself completely captivated by the moment.

I lay back, staring at the heavens, while May settled next to me.

Theres nothing more beautiful in the world and I've seen all the world has to offer.

As we talked about everything and nothing, May told me this was the safest she had ever felt. The vulnerability in her voice struck me deeply.

I'd like to mention that I was wonderfully drunk at that moment. Sober me would hold back and offer some encouraging advice. Drunk me—oh boy, drunk me had no such qualms.

In my inebriated state, I decided to kiss her.

I've been kissed before, I've had other people kiss me, and I've watched countless lovers kiss each other.

This was something different entirely.

She. Kissed. Me. Back.

The kiss was passionate and fervent, a release of all the pent-up emotions and desires I'd been holding back. Her hands tangled in my hair, and mine found her hips. It was an overwhelming, beautiful moment of connection. I wanted it to never end.

Forgive me for being explicit but I don't want to ever forget this moment.

Long story short, we returned to the hotel, the intensity of the night continuing.We made love for the first time, and it was an experience that felt both divine and all-consuming.

Our clothes were all over the room and I realised how small the bed actually was.

The moment she was naked in front of me, I stumbled over my own two feet like a damn fool.

May was built like a work of art, she was gorgeous from the stretch marks on her thighs to the moles on the soft curve of her breasts.

She took me to bed, her shyness and fear replaced with determination and lust.

Our bodies fit together like pieces of a lost puzzle.

She tasted like heaven, and the sounds she made sent me straight there. I had her in my bed, on my tounge, and around my fingers. May was all around me like perfume in the air. She held me like a lifeline, her well manicured nails digging into my skin.

Watching her cum was like watching god create the universe, I worshiped at her alter and was enraptured in her name.

It was as if the entire world had fallen away, leaving just the two of us in a cocoon of fire and passion.

I didn't know it could feel like this. This wasn't just a simple fuck. No, this was making love. Truly making love.

I knew from the moment that she looked up at me with her green, blissed out eyes, I could get used to a lifetime of this kind of connection and intimacy. The feeling of being with her, of sharing something so profound and beautiful, was something I had never known before. It felt like the beginning of something extraordinary, something that could redefine my understanding of love and commitment.

She. Wants. Me. Too.

I never wanted to be alone again. I can't take it. I'm a doomed man. I'll accept that happily.

She's sleeping, her arms curled around me. (She's a cuddly when she sleeps, how adorable!)

I can reached out and brush the hair out of her face now, I can kiss her delicate freckles, I can feel her warmth pressed against my skin.

I think I'm the luckiest man to have ever lived. No—I know I am.

There hasn't been much time to talk about this. (Well, obviously. Considering that our mouths were otherwise occupied.) Despite the challenges we've faced and the obstacles ahead, I feel like we're on the verge of something truly special.

I'm not going to fuck this up.

I'm going to make this right and give her everything she deserves.

The world can go screw itself.

I need to sleep now.

Much to do,

- Alexander