My Italian

<p>Dean Frost</p><p>I'm speeding through the streets of San Francisco. I need to get to her before it's too late. I don't understand what happened. When did the doubts arise? I've given her everything I have I've laid the world at her feet. Women grovel at my feet and I've chosen her above all others. We love each other; we're meant for each other. We were born to be together.</p><p>I arrive at the building and rush to the elevator. Then I enter the code that takes me to the penthouse. <br>The doors open and I automatically rush into the living room.</p>