Strolling around Paris, I think somewhere in Montmartre, I remember capturing this image that was on a wall. If "love belongs to disorder... therefore let's love!", I want to go on loving you, despite of the disorder it really causes. But I accept you and your love and I am not afraid of it.
Our weekend in Paris will be something to remember for a long time. Nice walks, excellent museums, great food, long conversation. I remember our last morning together, when you decided to open a little champagne bottle to drink before saying goodbye to me. That moment was also charged with eternity.
Back home in London, I think of you and need your touch, your perfum, your style. No need to say that I am looking forward to the weekend, when I will have you in my arms again. And everything will be in order.
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