Do I return to you? Unchanged, unfazed by the aftermath. Do I embrace you as I once did? You smearing your lipstick on my neckline with no second thought. It simply was. It was more than simple really. The love notes, the close encounters. Fantasizing about your smile and hair tosses. Looking deeply into your soul, with the clear and utter understanding that we belong to one another.
Was there ever truly a goodbye? Was there a finality to the pulse and the breathing? There were never such things. These are elements out of our immediate control. Time. Longing. You are beautiful. An open letter full of the sweetest lines ever written.
I return to you. My one and only Paris. See you in August..
Beautiful.
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