Paris, 25th July 2021
First time i saw you, it was back when i was at school.
Love was not at the first sight.
Because of your food sweetheart.
But I remember it was the first time i drank soda out of the can. I made a mess.
Back home, i couldn’t get you out of my mind.
Brown bricks, huge spaces.
Black pubs, back alleys.
... i loved it all.
I had to learn your language.
Second time with you was mindblowing love.
I was there for an internship, but couldn't get enough of you, running through the city with my pocket camera.
My internship finished too quickly, i had to leave, frustrated.
The sun glowing on the façades, the color of the Thames, your moving skies...
...I had to see you again.
Next time i saw you i was buzzing with anticipation.
You let me discover Canary Wharf, this amazing mix of buildings and water, and i became addicted to your rythm.
Things were moving fast between us, for sure.
Everytime i came back, a new building was rising, skyline was changing...
Things were maybe moving too fast.
We had a break up.
I was astonished, not feeling welcome anymore...
We had to move along, i fell in love with another city, another light...a northen one...
But...
But you've been on my mind lately.
I just can't help it.
I miss you sweety. I miss your cloudy temperament, your scale, the mix of old and new, your craziness, your river, the outside stairs of your back alley, your brown colors, your high rises...
Love... give us another chance...
H.