It's time that I make like an apple tree and leave.
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| But please know that you're coming with me. In s a small way, in spirit. |
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| In fact, parts of you are still in my blood, in my marrow. |
I know sometimes you must want to lift your roots and see it all for yourself. But you are the rock and I respect that resolve. Maybe I'll see you in year or three. I've got a tallent for loving at a distance, and there are a few things we really don't understand about each other. But it's not the end. I don't think I'll ever believe in endings.
How could I? When I know we will be such beautiful stars.
I'll be happy to bring you little pieces of home, if/when I visit in May. Thought it seems you have thoroughly stocked up. All the food looks so good.
ReplyDeleteI love you from a distance, girl.
Awwww, this is the first time I read the "if" part of this. You should totally come to Paris, that shit cray. Mouwah! Love you too!
ReplyDeleteThat's the "if life doesn't kill me" if, y'know? Things have are a little topsey turvey but otherwise: YES.
ReplyDeleteI guess I'm reading these out of order...found your back-home-in-Paris post before I read your about-to-hop-on-a-plane post. Leaving somewhere is always so bittersweet. Refresh me, please. You are originally from America, yes? And then you moved to Paris? I'd be interested to know more about your travels, and what country/countries you call home since you moved around. Oh, and to address your previous reply, I used Disqus once but didn't care for it. Replying to individual comments was a nice perk, though.
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