Paris... je t'aime

Paris, the city of love, of every romantic fantasy that you could possibly dream of. And I almost went, that one summer with someone I wanted to love.

There was something fundamentally wrong with us right from the start, but we never acknowledged it. Instead, he decided that a band-aid solution would work best, so he asked me to go to Paris and London with him. I asked for a week off work before I even started work. And so, we began to plan. I put together an extensive list of places I wanted to go and see, and sent this to him, but he sent me back a list with:

Paris:
1) Wine at every meal
2) Boulangerie
3) Louvre

London:
1) Picture at London bridge + clock tower
2) Eat a disgusting English food
3) Fish and chips

We never went to Paris, and he made up an excuse as to why we couldn't go. It was pretty clear. I took down the posters of Paris I had up in my room, gave them away to a friend, and never spoke of the city again. We went our separate ways a week later.