The girl of my life

Wedding Photographer in Castello di Titignano, Orvieto

It took me awhile to write this story. It’s a very beautiful one and I have been afraid to fail to put it down in words, in a language that is not my own.

I still fear that I will not be able to say it as well as it was told to me.
This story is of course about 2 people but also about those circumstances and coincidences that make your life what your life is.
So here I try to tell this incredible story.


First of all I asked myself, what happens when you meet the love of your life but it’s not the right time? I replied myself that you just need to wait, and wait and wait… until the right time comes even if comes 20 years later.


Back in 1998 Linda and Matthew who are both architects met at work. Linda came to the city following her ex boyfriend. 
Matthew thought that this guy had to be really foolish to let a woman like that slip away. But in those years Linda had a child and maybe lots of stuff to do and they started their relation as colleagues. It was not the right time for a love story.


Time passed, they married someone else and for a strange coincidence they moved in the same  
neighborhood .  And so Matthew saw Linda’s children growing up just around the corner. It was like he always kept an eye on her side.


Until destiny and their jobs brought them together in the middle est so they were together again, both single this time and both ready to finally tell each other they were always made to be together.
There was nothing this time that could stop them from being together. And it was at Christmas eve in Titignano in front of her 3 children that Matthew proposed to Linda.
That’s how it happens that after 20 years they finally said yes, here in my home country.


“She is truly the best thing that’s ever happened to me.  I just wish it was me she moved to Chicago for. I would not have made the mistake her ex-boyfriend did”. Matthew

This is the story of 2 souls our there in the world that were really meant to live happily ever after.
It does not matter where you go and what you have done in life, if there is a soul mate for you well then sooner or later you are going to find it.

You just have to enjoy the journey.

Venue and catering Castello di Titignano

Flowers La Macina Spina

Bridal dress Dion Lee

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