low key love though

Tahiti is everything I needed. Even though I had a nervous breakdown about it like 72 hours ago…

Meanwhile, I have fallen madly in love with an Italian luthier. I don’t even have anything to say about it. I mean, I have everything to say about it – but it’s a new shade of sacred to me.

Sacred, in my life, tends to involve secrets. So I probably won’t talk too much about him in these parts. But put short, he builds double basses and sends me Chopin songs. I’m not sure what I could possibly follow that up with…

The way he speaks to me… the way he touches me… everything about him ignites an entirely new existence. About five minutes ago, as I’m sipping Rose at 4am in Tahiti, perched above the Pacific ocean – he sent me an Italian waltz. And wearing his shirt, inside the tropical air, I walked outside to my private deck and spun counterclockwise to the thought of what we are becoming together.

If it wasn’t physically in front of me, I’d never believe that it’s happening.

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