Adaptation: My Adventures in Paris

Day 13

Allow me to introduce:

Golden Boy, better known as Liam Mercure.

Although my friends referred to him as a "dumb caveman" type, this boy holds the title of my first ever crush in France. He also hold the title of my shortest crush... ever. For one exact week, I somehow admired his tall, lanky body and his dirty blond, almost yellow hair. His tan skin and his neat eyebrows were appealing, but then I kind of realised. He was an idiot. 

Now, at this point in the story I would like to say one thing that I realised this year. 

What goes around, comes around. 

I am fully aware that the saying is quite common and I am not being original. But I am not trying to be poetic here or anything. I genuinely learned that life makes a full circle. Even with the little things. My first circle in Paris? Golden Boy. Point A appeared a few days after I actually saw him, and Point B... well, we'll get to it.