I miss her

Is love when you get nervous butterflies when you start to remember memories you've had together?When you ache because of the intangibility of it? When you hold your breath and think it'll go away? Then it doesn't. Thats what she is, how she is to me. I'd like to go back and see her for she is the one thing I'm sure I love. Paris, je t'aime.

This is what I've been listening to while I craft my first batch of vin chaud. As it gets colder here, I crave my reckless endangerment sur mon ancien velo, Veronica. I crave the cold wind as I made my way to Dauphine. I crave vincennes. I crave boulogne. I crave my favorite bouteille de vin on the champ de mars. I crave pont des arts and the cobblestone quai that led me there. I crave another 2 Alpes trip with Celia, who I grew to adore but never really knew. I crave that stupid demographie class with Diane and Antoine. I crave the nights on marc's porch with good beer and better conversation. I crave another chance to realize the love that was extended to me by a different type of beautiful girl; a French type that was unabashed and could speak chapters with eyes and hair. I crave Paris. I crave that love.


So here's this song that draws me back to our beautiful endeavor, to a time that was apart from reality, to a moment that I certainly must return to every night in my dreams.




Meaningful Story (Jaytech Remix) - Dinka


What I've realized is that maybe I'm not ready for her just yet. I shall continue my waiting, and in due time, in a time that makes sense, I will return to her. She'll just have to stay a fantasy until that time....