A FRENCH LOVE STORY - AND NOTHING MORE

PREFACE

   Here I am - a 21 years old quarantined young man who finally decided to start writing again after 6 years of not visiting this website. The reason I'm doing this is actually personal - having a place to conserve a beautiful love experience of mine that I would like to never forget, a love experience which changed my perspective about some aspects that life consists of. If, by any chance, it will somehow become popular and maybe human beings of different cutlures or beliefs will find themselves in it, I will have already acknowledged my risks.

   Enjoy a deeply beautiful journey of mine in a remote village in eastern France - Damvillers; A village near the 100 y/o war-torn yet mesmeric city of Verdun. Maybe unsignificant to a vast ammount of people around the globe, this place is and will always be a mysterious nirvana for my soul. The environment, the people around it, the french fragrance and courtesy hence depicted a divine metamorphosis between my inner-self and the Universe - all because of this twenty-years-old-apparently-not-so-similar-to-me that I feel in love with.

  Never have I ever believed that a person like me could ever fall in love with somebody. And then totally feel fine about its disappearance.After travelling so much and experiencing new things so often and after getting involved for such a long time in relationships I started losing hope about me actually having feelings. After what I felt with her for five days I am definitely sure that love does exist and is something so unique that no synthetic drug can produce its infinite, healthy and young happiness.

  I wish you a wonderful, profound lecture and believe me, dear reader, if I have faith in love, then it trully is something worth waiting for - for it is so imprevisible, that it comes to life when you expect it the least - and so it disappears. But it will always leave some forever-lasting sweet shades of gold in your brain.