It takes nearly three hours from your house to Paris. Three hours before you can hug your chéri. Three hours before you can sip the hot cappuccino and bite into the macaron he's holding for you at the train station. Three hours before your world revolves around two people alone. You pass your time by taking in the beautiful sunrise in Normandy. You dream of what new adventure you will have in Paris today. You dream of the tender nothings he'll whisper. You dream of holding hands and walking down the same boulevards your favourite writers did.
You love the precious sunrises, you see them so rarely because you always wake up late. You see the sunrise only on the day you're heading to Paris. You love them. They hold all your Parisian Dreams.
And indeed you meet another charming and elegant Parisian.
He's not really easy going, he's classy. Oh those Parisians!
Primavera, you are such a pleasure to read. Reading this brought back memories for me too (which shall be spoken of at a much later time, away from the glare of the World Wide Web). Ah, the things we do for love. Be happy always
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Oh yes. And the pictures. And that bloody gorgeous cat!
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