I watched her as she ran along the sidewalk, and I realized...I did not even know her name.
I was not the desperate type, but I needed a name for this day, so I gave relentless pursuit. Being a soldier gives me an extreme advantage in tracking and also pursuit, so you can imagine how this looked.
To put her at ease, I rose my voice over the cacophony of every day ole Parais, "Ma cher, a name if nothing else, please give me a name so I can properly cherish this brief moment in time."
She stopped dead in her tracks and turned and looked me dead in fhe face, the most heart felt, also tragic look to her. French girls, how emotional they are....but I love it nonetheless.
Tears were streaming down her face and I closed the gap quickly. I gently reached up and brushed a tear from her left cheek. "Please, just a name, if I did something wrong, I am sorry."
She embraced me tightly and let go to sobbing. "Rachel, my name is Rachel. You did nothing wrong. But this scares me, I feel something, and it cannot be. We just met, and I do not know who you are."
I gently pulled her away from me and looked her in her beautiful eyes.
"Justin, that's my name...we can start there. You are not alone feeling this, but it seems our souls know each other. Would you care to further acquaint them again? Maybe just dinner perhaps, or a matinee?"
"Oui, yes, we should. We obviously cannot make a scene like this, and not at least have a proper ending."
She spoke these words and took my hand and smiled. "They say Paris is an eternal city, like Rome, maybe it is the eternal city of love."
"Who knows, Rachel....shall we?"
We moved along the path together holding hands and saying nothing, basking in a weird cerebral moment we could not justify nor clarify.
But do hearts ever rely on common sense?
YOU ARE READING
Across the night, and to the moon we went
Non-FictionA story of how I met a lovely girl, while singing a song in a restaurant. Very real story, unfortunately it's not as sweet as it may seem to be. There is always a catch in life.
