To my beloved St. John,

Every time that I travel, I leave a little piece of my soul and in return I take with me a little soul from each new place. When I first visited you I left a piece of my soul, but when I returned I left my heart.

I don't know the exact moment when I knew that you were the one. Maybe it was the first time you hugged me with your crystal clear water, or it could have been when we watched the sunset over the cliff at Ram's Head. Or maybe it was when we were dancing in the streets to Destra at 5 am covered in paint celebrating J'ouvert. 

Whenever it was, it doesn't matter because you stole my heart and I am "hooked". I know we will meet again and when we do...I don't think I will ever be able to leave. 

Your not so secret admirer,