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Tu es l'amour de ma vie

I'm back Bitches!!! Did you all missed me? Fine and Art too...happy now?

So, we've been together for about a year now shocking, right? Who would have thought that a spark would lead to this? Oh, if you're a new reader I'm Calixta Marie Cruz, Calix to my friends and love for Art. Ok she calls me Calixta every now and then when he's mad at me.

We've been semi-living in together now. Why semi? Because I'm mostly out of the country for work as a model and editor at large for an international fashion magazine. And if I'm here as a Creative Director.

His work as a Pediatric Cardiologist doesn't give him the time to accompany me during my trips abroad but we get to have vacations once in a while. Just like now, we're on our way to Paris for fashion week, ok not for pure vacation but we can still have some quality time together in between.

I love that he understands the nature of my work, he adjusts to my schedule most of the time and that is one thing that I love about him.

We are staying at Le Meurice, just a step away from Louvre. As soon as we enter the hotel, we felt the 18th century opulence. It's a living art combined with Philippe Starck chic and touches of Dali.

His love for the arts gets him really excited on this trip. Art loves Arts, paintings to be specific and sometimes conversational pieces like chairs etc. Our home will turn into a gallery one day I tell you. Sometimes I wonder if he talks to them when I'm not at home. Like seriously he stares at them for a good 15 minutes on an average and that painting was there for 8 months already.

I encouraged him to continue his passion by buying different materials and now has his own studio at home doing his own art pieces on shoes, bags or canvas...It's like his therapy from his job a as doctor. Tap on the back Calix good job!

When we first met, we've talked about his profession and the heart-breaking story of kids dying from sickness that he can't cure and I get that part honestly.

"bonjour mademoiselle bienvenue à la maison" frank the door man greeted us

"bonjour Franc ravi de vous revoir" I answered him in French

Well you can say that French is my third language, I've been studying French since 7th grade for our foreign language class until I graduated high school and got better throughout the years of staying here.

So back here in Le Meurice at the Presidential Apartment Tuileries. My home in Paris, the high ceiling speaks of Versailles grandeur and the unobstructed view of the Eifel tower that never ceases to amaze me.

I've been to Paris for well I don't know I've lost count already. But the feeling of walking in the Parisian street gives me something new every time. We still have two days before the hectic shows begin, and I can't wait to see him on a fashion magazine beside me watching the runway. Him in my world. Perfect!

Also, him rocking my world in bed perfect! And that is what we've been doing since the moment he closed the door in our bedroom. We have an active no scratch that, very very active sex life. You know what say about bunnies yeah that kind.

"Hey love wake up let's eat out." He's been sleeping after our last "activity"

"I'll just eat here...love" talking to me while his face is still on my breast

"Real food love not me, come on let's take a shower together" and just like that he stands and carried me to the shower.

He has this philosophy in life about saving the earth by saving water hence showering together. And you know what that means right? Yeah "showering"

We strolled out the Parisian street with our hands intertwined. The warm light adds to romance in the air, well we are in the city of love after all. Looking for a quiet bistro now is almost impossible as the tourist flocks for the upcoming fashion week, good thing I'm a regular at this bistro just a few blocks away from our hotel.

Louis greeted me the French way, two kisses on both my cheeks since we are pretty close. Even though Art was familiar with their culture that type of greeting didn't go well with him. He's pretty the jealous type you know. Louis leads us to a cozy table by the window letting us see the street of Paris and endless of people walking by.

He ordered croque monsieur a French bread with gruyère and French bistro ham, and a pan bagnat for me, light but filling sandwiches.

And here he goes "Can you not greet other people the French way?"

"But love we're in Paris, I don't want to offend people besides I've known Louis since forever and he's like a brother to me"

"Fine, you win" yeah I always win.

See he's jealous like that, but he trusts me. We went back to our hotel after our meal since we're still a bit tired from our 18-hour flight.

As soon as we enter our room this tired man was fully recharged.

"It's the time difference love, and besides how can I sleep when you are here wearing nothing?"

"So, it's my fault now?"

"I didn't mean it that way love, it's just that you're too attractive and distracting for me."

"Just shut up and kiss me!"

"comme tu veux mon amour"

"And since when did you speak French?"

"Since I met you."

And the French kissing begin....