'I... I... I think I am in love with you Enrico. If you are not in love with me, I understand. It has built and built everyday. We are soul mates, we need to be together forever.'

There I did it. Faking baring my soul was excruciating for me. I hate to lie like that. Did he believe it, weird as it seems, in love with someone half my age?

He didn't respond. Oh well, I feel good about it. I tried to fake it.

Finally, he smiled.

'I love you too Jill.'

Yes! Confetti falling down, balloons rising to the ceiling, applause, applause, applause. He bought it. Great TV....