#inside paris

¿Es realmente posible que el amor pueda hacernos saltar de un puente?

Before I followed you inside this hole, I lulled myself to sleep repeating “Paul loves me.” I said it out loud hundreds of times, like a prayer. Meaningless words. We hardly knew each other. But something came about, something established. I believed you loved me. I had faith in your love. This belief never left me. We can pray to be loved by only one person. It’s not the worst way to save a soul.