Saturday, March 24, 2012
Paris, where are you when I need you?
I didn't realize, Paris, how much I wanted you until I met you; how much I needed you until I'd left.
Two days - that's how long it took to fall for you.
One year - how long that love simmered,
and now it boils.
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