I can't believe it has been nearly fifteen months since we have last seen each other. Though some may argue that you are a love to be had only once in a lifetime I know better. And I will be with you in a few short weeks.
The anticipation is agonizing. I wake up with your name on my lips, my heart racing and my mind full of all the firsts that we will experience again together. I will never grow tired of admiring your beauty be it your art, your food or your style. I think of your sweet smell; the scent of your heated cobblestones mingling with your parfumeries and your boulangeries and I cannot wait to feel the weight of my limbs caress your endless and enchanting boulevards.
Paris, I have missed you so much.
I admit this past year I have fallen more in love with you. I have given myself up to the idea of existing in this perpetual state of longing that intensifies at the slightest provocation; a CNN shot of the Eiffel Tower on New Year's Eve or finding a crumpled metro ticket in the pocket of my LV. I talk about you endlessly.
Paris, I hope you don't think I am foolish for loving you so much. I sometimes think it was my destiny to feel this way about you. At age 11, I was given two gifts from my grandmere: a small, silver Eiffel Tower pin and a French copy of Le Magicien d'Oz. It was the first time I remember hearing your name and I understood right away that you were something special, something to aspire to, and that you would be the city of my dreams.
Don't worry I have lived a happy life this year waiting to return to you. Sacrifices have been made to allow me this luxury but they were all made for the most important thing: Love.
Paris, you are love.
Toujours mon amour,