Venice, a Love Story - Bath Bomb

It was a warm summer evening in Venice. We locked eyes, and I couldn't help but smile. What started with an innocent bump was followed by a magical day of wine, laughter, gondolas, and an insatiable stimulation of my senses. Venice is built on a fantasy, and I fell for it. Love was easy here. As we made our way to the Rialto Bridge, I knew this was a moment I would never forget. I took a deep breath and turned to them. "I want to add our lock to the bridge," I said. "As a promise that we will always find our way back to each other." The beauty in their smile confirmed we could place this lock and toss the key, for I'd always have a place in their heart.