Truth is, he already has.
Blown away.
The tears don’t stop today.
Said good bye. He left and then came back for one more kiss.
I left him a note. What to say that hasn’t already been said?
“You have been my favorite story so far”
A final photo. So different from a year ago. So much promise.
I choose Paris. It’s what I want. I have to choose me. If I choose him then I say good bye to me. And what am I without that? Empty. Regretful. Bitter?
It was a perfect day.
