edit: I would not feel right without posting how things unfolded months later . I love a good story, falling in love, most of all a special experience, whatever that may be . kar was that for me, meeting her on the first night felt like destiny . ending back w/ her when I supposed to be in america only furthered that feeling . it did not end there, we would talk for hours on the phone every week discussing if we would ever see each other again . us both being in Milan for fashion week several months later in January was perfect . except when I got there I didn’t anticipate meeting Daniela the first night and inviting her to move in, I didn’t know I would meet so many new friends and have such a fast life . but those things shouldn’t matter . I seem to be distracted by something new, or someone else . it’s my love of feeling something fresh but also one of my worst faults . she would tell me how she felt by my actions and like her I was devastated . I wanted to write this because the purpose of this website is to show my life and stories, to entertain and hopefully inspire or at least show you something different . but I also cannot pretend that I am without major flaws and wrongdoings . I asked Kar what she thought of the first entry on this series of her . she replied, “you are perfect in stories, failure in real life” and perhaps she’s not wrong Xx