Paris changed me. Not the city. The girl. The woman. The center of my world. From the first time we held hands on the school bus, to our first kiss, we carefully moved toward one thing. The day that I'd ask her to be mine.
How was I to know that she thought friends couldn't be lovers? I'll prove her wrong. When her world turns upside down, I'll be there. When she's feeling lost, I'll be there. After all, a spark can smolder for years before it begins to burn.
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