Hey there, my friend. I am behind on my reads of your beautiful brilliance and which one do I pick to begin? A mention of Paris , of course.
My favorite place in the world.
The pain and joy of love all woven into a magical city of light.
You have me recalling the highs, the excitement and the tears. Ultimately the wrong place to be with the wrong one. And the struggle to sort through that ( in retrospect) mess ( also note: plural on mess!)
Then, as that life journey unfolds over time and always back in that gorgeous city: the BEST place to be with what turns out to be the very right one.
Happy sighs here.
Thank you for this walk down memory lane, Thief.