Paris Mon Amour

I remember those sweet ephemeral nights when you and I would just lie in bed, looking at the ceiling, having endless conversations of make-believes that drown us to sleep as the night goes deeper. We dwell in our dreams, finding ourselves walking through the highways of the world’s most beautiful city, Paris.

Paris. This is the city you wanted me to see for myself, somewhere you have already been. There,

you spent your time lost, and it was there that you were found. You wanted me to experience the same thing because you believe that losing yourself abroad felt infinite.

Paris. This was the city of lights you wanted to take me at night. The intimidating city lights that are so inviting and willing to take you everywhere, leaving your footsteps behind. The city lights that you once wished was the witness of our connection’s infinity. We are soul mates, no matter how many lifetimes we have to cross. I am that city and you are the lights that cover me during at night.

Paris, this is the city with the biggest libraries. Our love for books make us a supreme team in this lifetime. The stories we read, the authors we adore, and the characters we learn from are the ingredients of how strong our bond could be. Together, in this city, we walk through the isle of books, hand in hand, our eyes dazzled by the thousands of books piling up.

Paris. This is the city where we both act careless and wild. Here we can just be ourselves and forget who we are back home. We flirt, kiss, dance, sing, and even taste the thousand glasses of wine until we lose our tongues and start to whisper words that you and I would never speak.

Paris. This is the city of love where lovers can just be lovers, and romance is the best of its kind in the whole world. It is where lovers can be comfortable in the element of silence because it’s their hearts that speak for them.

Paris. This is the city where I want to meet you again-- for the second time, if fate would allow. Paris is the city that reminds me of you. I guess I have to be at ease with the fact that when I think about Paris, I think about you.