I'd run away with you.
Maybe not to Paris...it's not quite all it's cracked up to be.
But maybe Venice. Milan. Verona. Tuscany. Athens.
I'd jump on a plane with you in a heartbeat.
You'd have the plans all taken care of. The hotels, the paths through the city, the museums, the works of art and ghost tours and strolls through the most beautiful countrysides. But there would be room for spontaneity, cause you know I hate planning.
It'd be a surprise when we left. You'd pick me up from work and we'd just go. You'd have my bags packed and we'd jump on the next flight. It would be exhilarating and fantastical.
You'd pick me tulips in Amsterdam and kiss me in a gondola in Venice. We'd watch the sun set in Athens and experience the magical history of Verona.
And it would be magical.
I wouldn't worry or stress.
I hate planning.
I'd run away with you.
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