"Now if you will look to your right, you can see the Eiffel Tower." My tour guide said as I looked at the beautiful monument.
The bus stopped and I quickly was off. It was bigger in real life, more spectacular than I ever thought it could.
I ran to go up, and finally found myself at the top. I gazed down at the city below me. The sun was setting, and was casting an amazing light on the city of love.
"Beautiful isn't it?" A British voice said to my left. "I'm Liam."
"Bailey, nice to meet you." I shook his hand and blushed at the way he smiled at me.
"I take pictures for 'The World Traveler', you know, the magazine?" he said, showing me one.
"So you're the one that took this picture?" I pulled out my magazine from my bag and flipped to the marked page of this very spot. I looked out at the city lights. It was the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen.
"Yea, my finest work. I'm hoping to top it now actually. And, with a girl like you, it would look amazing." I blushed more and smiled.
"Really? you seem quite talented already." I said.
"Stand here." He said, turning me to look at the city and the setting sun. "Put your right leg, like, behind your left on your toes." He tried to explain.
"What?" I giggled and put my right foot behind my left. I bent my knee a bit.
"Perfect." He said. He snapped a few pictures and smiled at each of them. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"No, I was going to try this café, care to join?" I said, and took one last look at the city from this point of view.
"Of course." He put his camera around his neck and followed me back to the ground.
The ride to the café was nice. We just joked about where we were from, and told stories from our lives.
Once we got to the café I learned everything about his life.
"I was bullied my whole life." He said, playing with his napkin.
"So was I." I said, showing him my battle scars that were on my wrists.
"I have those too. I might have lost the battles, but I still won the war." He smiled at me. "When I turned sixteen no one came to my birthday party."
"When I turned sixteen I got death threats."
"I got rejected by a girl 20 times."
"I got asked to the prom by the most popular guy in school, then was stood up and had to walk to prom."
"Our lives sucked." He said, laughing.
"But it's so much better now." He said. He reached for my hand across the table. He held it.
I could feel happiness bubbling inside of me.
The rest of my trip was amazing. Liam and I had done everything together.
But, the Summer, like any other perfection, had to come to an end. I was going back to the States, and Liam back to England. We stood there, in the airport, talking about how we would stay in touch, skype all the time, and never forget each other. He hugged me, and I hugged him back.
As we pulled away however, we had that one moment of bliss, where we saw ourselves in each others eyes and leaned closer. Our lips met in a closeness that I will never forget. My most amazing trip foiled by time passing us by all to quickly.
I heard my flight being called and pulled away. Our last goodbyes were long lived, and I had to run to get onto my plane.
Sadly, that was the last time that I had ever seen him. The one man that I had ever truly loved had been shoved from my life in a turbulence filled goodbye.
Our skype calls were short lived, him having to get back to work, and myself having to get back to school. His letters became less frequent and so did his calls. I missed the man that took my breath away in the city of love, and most of all, I missed the way that he would smile in the middle of the city on a starry night with all the lights lighting up his eyes.
That next year I went to Paris, and I found him, standing in the exact spot on top of the Eiffel Tower where we had first met.
"Beautiful night, huh?" I said, standing next to him.
"Even more now."
