No Moonlit Skies in Paris
We always loved to go to beaches together. But there are no beaches in Paris. Just the river bank. Maybe some other parts of France does. But not Paris.
So we went for late lunch, a chat, and a walk. I tried to resist the temptation of calling her, but she found out I was going through a common friend.
She's late. So unlike her. But she was alone. Good for me. Threes a crowd.
The scene would've been romantic. Walking along the banks of the river in this well-publicized romantic city. Except that we weren't a couple.
We're just friends.
I know and feel that now.
I thought my heart would start pounding and I'll remember everything that was there. Oddly, there was nothing. No thrills, except the thrill of seeing an old friend...as in a dog when he meets his long lost master.
Such were the affections I felt then...walking along the Parisian Riverbanks.
I can think of two references--"Dead Stars" and "Sex and the City" :)
Moments like these are poignant. Sometimes it makes me sad that I'm not as sad as I thought I would be.
Posted by
Althea |
11:23 AM
wow! Paris - the most romantic city in the world. Perhaps some other time, you'd be able to get to Paris with someone special :-)
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