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Once upon a time...

A Greek-Danish prince was born in Rome and grew up in London. One day in a Swiss Alps resort he met a German-Slovenian girl who grew up in Venezuela. He sent her flowers, gifts, messages insistently over the next year while she was living in Washington D.C. She resisted and made him sweat before deciding what to do with him. He knew she was the one from the start. Obviously. She did too. He proposed to her on the tip of a sailing boat during a storm over the Mediterranean. It had to be on the boat and on that day, he said. During their wedding in a Greek island surrounded by royalty and real friends, his father, the old wise King, told him, now he was married, to apologize every time he was mistaken and shoot up every time he was right. They currently live in London.

I love people who live around the world.

I love people who never give up when they're sure.

I love people who get in a relation only when it's for real.

I love independent single people who smile at loneliness.

I love listening old people talking about love.

I love the Mediterranean.
I love finding a good pop corn romantic nonsense magazine over the table at my dentist waiting lounge.