"Imagine being in Paris. You wake up with his arms wrapped around you. You go out for a late morning coffee. You walk around the city, hand in hand, until your feet hurts af. And then you have lunch in the sun, with the view of the Eiffel Tower of course. You go home for a 16.43 nap. You wake up and you do your makeup, you put your sexiest dress on and you go out for dinner in the sunset. You walk home with your heels in one hand and his hand in the other. You come home, you fill the bathtub with shampoo and hot water. You lay there with him, you sip some wine and you talk about life, the future. You kiss each other good night, and you don’t ever want that day to be over. That’s our Paris"
- I MISS YOU PARIS
I wrote this text when me and my boyfriend were in Paris a few weeks ago. Gosh I miss it. One of the best weekends in a long time.