Before I Knew You

Before I knew you, I ambled all over Paris in my red sneakers, wishing you were there.

Before I knew you, I marveled at every masterpiece, missing you.

Before I knew you, I spent every late afternoon in the Luxembourg Gardens, reading, and wishing you were there to hold my hand.

Before I knew you, I savored every café crème, pen and journal in hand, writing about how I wondered if I would ever find you.

And yet I knew without a doubt that this time was a treasure.

And I knew that when I met you, I would realize that, somehow, you had been there all along.

And when I finally met you, and I shared that part of me with you, you made that part of me, part of you.

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