Liquid courage always pays out in the end.
Awake after 4 hours of sleep and the finalé has finally come.
I want to choose you.
This has been the sweetest love my heart has ever known. But I know if I didn’t choose Paris, then I would regret it and I would blame you for that regret. And I won’t do that to you or us or myself.
It’s not that I thought this would continue once I moved here. It was more of this crazy thing called hope that we could overcome these extreme conditions and continue the sweetness.
We artists and dreamers tend to be full of hope and sometimes forget to check into reality.
I totally understand you need to have your heart and mind in NYC. I do not have ill feelings towards you for this.
Thank you for saying you loved me.
This is the best gift I could ever receive.
I didn’t choose Paris over you. No, I love you too much. I would choose you over this city any day. But I have to choose what my heart is telling me. I have to create, I have to be alive and that possibility is here.
You have been my favorite story of my life so far.
Kisses Frankie
