The worst thing about parting is not about parting but about not knowing when you will see that person again.
I say, A bientôt instead of Au revoir.
Because it’s my wish, it’s my hope that we will meet again.
But mon chéri , is it demain? Is it deux jour, un semaine, un mois, six mois, un an ou jamais?
Je ne sais pas
It is one long and hard lesson to start seeing people as people and not just objects to love and to be loved by.
I think it was on Wednesday when we were hiking up the Devil’s Peak and I was talking about “how if you tie your shoelaces at Paris, your girlfriend would cry” issue and he just went: People always think France and Paris is all so romantic and all but actually there’s so much other things to it.