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.
Another lovely post! That is so true that we all travel with invisible companions, some we have met and some we have not. And when we do meet the people, our histories combine.
Beautifully written.
Love you!
So incredibly moving. WOW!
Thank you so much!
Those are such beautiful photos and wonderful words! The Luxembourg Gardens must’ve been an amazing place to spend the day.
It definitely was! Thank you so much!
I do not only LOVE this post – I am officially IN LOVE with it!
You are a wonderful writer
Thank you so much! You are so sweet! That means an awful lot coming from you:)
I don’t know how I can add more to what has already been said in the wonderful comments posted so far but… When can I buy it in hardback at my local bookstore? Because with this writing of yours, that’s where you are headed.
Dad, I love you so much. Thank you for being so incredibly encouraging!
Lovely pictures. And a lovely image of you in red sneakers, strolling through Paris, drinking coffee and marveling.
Thank you! It was a blast. There’s something special about traveling alone, and I’m glad I did it, but I’m very happy to have a traveling companion now.
This tugs at my heartstrings! I would like this in hardback please.
Thank you so much! I hope it will be some day!