TrueNateJacobs
I just want to be beautiful
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Imagine living in some small Italian city just building a family in a big house with an orchard, and every night the house is full with laughter and music and dancing from your all your kids and their partners and kids.
All the windows are open and its still warm and cozy because it’s the Italian countryside.
You have your friends over every night and everyone is happy and cheerful
THAT’S LIFE
I have experienced this life ONCE before:
Last summer I traveled to Italy with my oneitis and our friendgroup for a week.
We spent the entirety of every day at the beach.
We all sang songs and played volleyball and cards.
We played the guitar.
We laughed and joked and drank and snacked on food from the coolers.
We swam and wrestled on the grass.
When it got dark we would all head back to the airbnb.
It was this beautiful stone manor with these beautiful wooden floors and these big wooden doors that went to the ceilings
It had a pool, and a vineyard, and rolling hills.
We would all be physically exhausted by the time we got back, but we would make these big dinners and play music and dance and laugh and tell stories.
And when we finally sat down to eat, I just felt so happy.
So thankful to be alive.
Like “this is where I’m meant to be.”
“This is what I’m meant to do”
“This is what I’m made for”
The pure joy I felt is truly indescribable.
More than any drug I’ve ever done, any party I’ve ever been to.
It was heaven on earth for a short while.
On the last day of our trip, instead of dinner at the airbnb, we all went to a local restaurant.
I was sitting across from my oneitis,
her face beet-red from the weeklong sunburn she had gotten from not wearing sunscreen…
I remember just looking at her in that moment.
Her ocean blue eyes,
Her mouth full of pasta.
And she looked back at me.
And we just held eye contact for a good 10 seconds.
And I just knew that this life was worth living.
Just seeing something so beautiful before my eyes.
Like beauty you think only exists in the movies, or in your dreams, and I was seeing it in real life.
That’s how she became my oneitis. It was in that moment that I fell in love.
Long story short I fumbled her, but, for a while, I was truly in love.
Maybe I was associating her with that great period in my life, maybe it’s just because she’s extremely beautiful.
Who knows really.



