November 29, 2012
paris. you were my first love. with your green benches and curved stoned paths, you guided me. i fell for your beauty at night, when no one else was around. just you and i, and notre dame, with a beautiful crisp backdrop of the seine and the big round moon.
each time i go back, it's like visiting an old friend. i walk the same streets and take the same corners to see the same majestic view. i feel the same homesickness for a time so long ago, for a girl so young, that only you can bring about.
no matter how much time passes, i'll never forget paris. what it was, what it is, and what it will be.