#missing paris

Currently missing my adventures in Paris right now☹️

Y pensé en Mujeres Viejas je habite a paris

c'est la vie

What do you do When you're in love with All the things you used to be In another world Which you've created In which you've lived in Where you were yourself Where you knew what you could be What you could've been What you could've done What you had done all along Waiting to do them again As if it were for the first time Reliving the memories The happiness, surprise, delight, shock, Pain, resentment, nostalgia, comfort, Relief, excitement and the rush That only comes from loving something Someone, so much For the first time Falling in love with yourself in love Only because it's the only love You've ever known And it's the only love that won't leave you Even if you leave it, It will always follow It's the kind of love that knows no abandonment But only abundance And as you wait to return To that love and that warmth It only begins to get ready All while setting itself on fire Protecting you from the cold terrors of yesterday All while today is exactly what you want But tomorrow is what you need When love is that forgiving You realize it can't be replaced But it's also the kind of love That lets you love and love and love And harbors that colony of your other loves And even when those loves Empty themselves into the faraway pond That love will become a meadow of grass Soft enough to let you fall and weep All while growing flowers and vines Around your arms So you stop trying to scratch away The lips and kisses and touches From your body Growing trees under your back So you can look up onto the sky As it gets closer and closer And you realize those stars weren't competition But supporters (if there were a grand scheme of things) And as those branches mimic Your arms stretching And those leaves cushion Your head on the furrowed bark You will thank yourself For loving yourself And loving your ability to love As if love wasn't the reward itself - d.b.