the story of you

Summertime In Paris

"Maybe a getaway was all I needed, a month apart in order for us to grow stronger" I thought to myself, as I packed my bags getting ready to leave for my family's annual summer trips to france. That same night we all gathered at your place to watch a movie, and you sat right by me, wearing the shirt I gifted you. As it cake time for me to leave, I greeted all with a hug, of course as usual, yours being a little tighter. The night was oddly quite and melancholic, so the trip couldn't have came in a better time, I needed that escape from everything, even you.

Landing in Paris it was beautiful as usual, and it was time to put my liking for you to the test; "if I caught myself appreciating someone else beauty and fantasizing about it in france, then maybe I was starting to get over you" I thought to myself as I roamed the Parisian streets. Day 1 goes by and all I can think about is how much I wanted you here with me, but I shook it off, saying it was just the first day. Soon after a week went by and my mind was full of you, from the moment I woke up, peeking out the balcony to a beautiful Parisian view I couldn't help but imagine you right next to me, the idea of us getting away from everything and finally living out our true selves. Eventually, we make our way from Paris to Cannes, where I meet a couple of friends and catch myself constantly talking about you with them or having everything they say remind me of something about you. It was then when I realized, my love was true, it was also then when Jaden Smith released ERYS and "summertime in paris" actually felt like it was made for you and I.

While I was away, we texted, but not much. That's not my style, anyway, I prefer real life conversations so I can look at you while I speak. Eventually, you said you missed me, to which I obviously replied by I did too, and it was then when I had a day left till I came back home. The day went by faster than I anticipated and although it was sad leaving france, I had a reason to want to go back home; you. With a blink of an eye the airport turned into getting on the plane, which turned into getting our luggage and getting into a car that took us back home, and I can't lie, it was the first time ever I wasn't feeling absolutely dreadful about ending my holiday, you guessed it, all because of you. I get back home and I ant believe I can finally see you. Because I was heavily anticipating our re-uniting after a month of being apart, I decided to sleep earlier so the day passed quicker. After what seemed like a decade, it was finally a new day, and I was about to meet you later that afternoon- well, about to meet all my friends but I honestly wanted to meet you the most, I've missed you so badly it was unreal. In anticipation for later that afternoon I got my shit together; took a shower, got dressed and cleaned up and was ready to head for your house door..