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Three summers ago, he had kissed her here, between the rows of Malvasia, whispering that she was more intoxicating than any wine. But then he had left—for Milan, for another woman, for a life that had no room for a village girl who dreamed in poetry.

He cupped her face, tears mingling with rain. “Then I will spend forever making sure you never have to.” julija ljubavni romani

“And the woman in Milan?” Ana’s voice trembled, though she wished it wouldn’t. Three summers ago, he had kissed her here,

“One more chance,” she whispered. “But if you break it, Mateo, I will burn every memory of you from my soul.” “Then I will spend forever making sure you never have to

“Ana,” his voice broke the silence, low and familiar. “I wrote to you. Every day for a year. You never answered.”

“A mistake. A shadow. You are the only sun I have ever known.”