I come to this café every time I’m here as it’s right around the corner from my Parisian hotel away from home. It’s where I’ve purchased many journals and spent hours filling them. Being here is a wonderful feeling every time. And it’s times like these I pray a life like this lasts forever. According to the Champs Elysées, it will. Sustaining centuries and the pace of millions, she remains one of the great avenues. And just as the Arc de Triomphe has no plan to lose the staring contest against the Louvre, neither will I let myself lose this love for Paris."
-Jason Mraz
I couldn't have said it in any other way. I miss you, Paris.
More than this, I miss my cousins in Paris. There's something about blood that makes it seem like you
just saw each other yesterday... when, in reality, it's been years since you've heard each other laugh.
There's something about childhood that can re-piece parts of you that you forgot were there.
And that realization is so astoundingly magical that you can't help but feel complete.
Like a vital part of you, a kidney, a song, a heart... has been reinstalled into your body. Into your soul.
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