A Love… Without Limit…

I’m… in a constant

State of… missing… missing…

Missing… Him.

I can’t… think

I can’t… work

I can’t… function…

It’s just a never-ending…  state of being.

An… infrastructure

Of… numbness

A state of… thinking of him

Remembering… him

Wanting… needing him

A… treacherous situation

Whereby… he invades my thoughts

My mind… my soul… without questioning anyone…

Least… of all

Me…

I wake up in the morning… he is there intruding on my privacy.

I go to bed with his face… his name… his essence…

Imprinted… upon my life

Constantly interfering… with my

State… of being

It’s… a condition…

I have… to live with

Am… incapable of… ridding myself of

I am.. condemned to it

A love… without limit

It is… a passionate love

An… unending one

Just like my passion… for my adoptive home

His city… Paris

I have always had a passion for this…

Most… beautiful

Most… dazzling

Cultured… Sophisticated…

Chic… city of cities.

I first visited the “city of light”… as a young university student

It was love… at first sight

My… inspiration

My… fascination

It has been known that… “nothing happens without a reason”.

My… dream

Maybe… my destiny

Was for Paris… to become my adoptive home…

My… fate

Was to meet… the man of my life

My… Parisien

My… love

Whom… I think of

Every…

Waking… moment.

And

Every… Sleepless

Night.

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