I kissed someone after a late Trastevere gig and slipped a pressed wildflower into their jacket pocket - sweet memento or creepy move?
I picked the flower on a solo hike and, caught up in the moment by the Tiber lanterns, tucked it into their jacket after we kissed. Part of me wants it to be a tiny romantic keepsake, another part worries it crossed a line. Rome friends - honest takes?
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