🇮🇹🤌 Do you think it's just loud gestures and shouts of "Mamma Mia!"? No, tesoro. It's when I'm cooking dinner and smashing a plate from sheer emotion, and a minute later kissing you as if we were parting ways for a year.

💋🔥This temperament is in my blood. I can argue with the watermelon seller for half an hour because he gave me the wrong one. And a second later, I'm buying him a coffee because he reminded me of my dad.

❤️‍🔥🍰But you know what's inside? A romantic heart that still believes in silly movies. I'm not waiting for a prince on a white horse. I'm waiting for a man who will steal my last piece of tiramisu and then say, "You're too sweet as is!!"

💄I want him to look at me while I apply Chianti lipstick. I want him to hug me from behind while I argue with that very same coffee machine. Italian romance isn't just roses. It's when he gets mad at my temper but still straightens my scarf in the winter.

💥So yes, I'm explosive! I'm a "Monday" in a world of "Sundays"! But if I fall in love, you'll drown in me. And you'll love it 💋