I love you. Even though I can’t be with you right now, you’re never far from my mind. You healed me when I was most broken and made me feel like I was enough just as I am. For that, I’m forever grateful.
You are like my secret lover. The lights and sounds draw me in with promises of excitement and of a life less ordinary. Walks along the Seine are like trembling caresses and slow, leisurely kisses. When I’m with you, I wake up every day anticipating our next encounter. Like an obsessed lover, I want Paris or nothing at all.
You are broken, my beloved, but I know you’ll shine again. You’re far too brilliant, too full of life to be dulled. Let the world rally around you. Let us help you heal the way you have helped others so many times in the past. Let us be the shoulders you rest your heavy head upon.
La France Courage! Nous sommes avec vous!