DEAR HEART, WHY HIM?

DHWH 11C'est un voyage à paris

He left.

just like that.

That is so not the way of informing someone that they would be crossing continents in less than 48 hours.

okay before we begin to contemplate how gravely wrong and dangerous this little trip to Paris would turn out to be, let me tell you something.

I always imagined this picture since I was a child.

A picture where I get to see the farthest corners of the world hand in hand with my prince charming.

when I was a little kid the prince used to ride a horse and I was the one with glass slippers, but as I grew up, my prince turned into a man with a black suit with a blue tie. He did not ride a horse but it was still the best dream ever.

He never really had a face.

But then, life kicked in and my fantasies took a deep dive. my wish was no longer seeing the world. It was survival.

You see, this could pass for a very close version of my dream. But when we look closely , its not.

why?

I have a three fold point

a. This would in no sense be a romantic trip to paris , its a business conference where I' d probably take notes and arrange meetings.

b. The man that I would venture this travel escapade may be hot. (okay he is super hot) but in no sense is my prince charming.

He is my boss not my beau.

we may be something else outside of work but i cant see or build a future with him knowing how different our worlds really are.

c. The most important reason is the fact that travelling to paris needs a passport. This means an official entry in the records of Rose Winston.

It would also mean that there is a high possibility of being noticed by the media since,

duh Nick Johnson.

Which roughly translates to becoming noticeable.

The entire point of running and starting over was based on keeping low and flying with the ultimate attention grabber practically meant suicide to me.

nope. cant do .

I have to talk to him .

I quickly grabbed my coat and ran downstairs hoping that he would not be fast enough to leave.

Needless to say, I was panting like a wild dog when I reached down the street.

Nick was just about to leave and luckily he noticed me before I would have to further embarrass myself by running after him.

He shut his car door and walked towards me.

"you should not be down here Rose, you should rest. The cold will worsen the headache"

His voice is filled with concern and I instantly feel guilty for lying to him.

"For Gods sake put that on"

His blue eyes look so good when you stare at them for so long.

wait, I've been staring at him for so long.

shit

I then process his words and realise that he is pointing at my coat that I am just holding like an idiot instead of putting it on.

He does not wait for me to do anything. I hope its not because He knows that I loose my ability to function normally when I am with him.

He takes the coat from my hand and places it on my shoulders. I then put my arms inside it and instantly feel warm.