paris...je t'aime, mon amour...ma vie...mon coeur...

dear paris,

 i should probably be writing this in french, but i'm pretty tired, and you seem to understand english pretty well...even if you pretend you dont...

we need to talk.

i leaving you for a while.  i need a trial separation.  its not you, its me.  it's totally me.  i need space.  i need distance.  fo real, i need distance.  like, across the ocean type distance.  

you know i love you, right?  i love you.  i'll always love you.  you'll be in my thoughts the entire time i'm away.   

I need to go home for a while to get my thoughts cleared up.  You dont give me a chance to clear my thoughts because with you i'm always living spontaneously.  its a good thing.  its such a good thing, paris.  dont you forget it.  but there comes a time when one must evaluate what she is doing with her life, what her goals and aspirations are, where she wants to be in the future.  

when im with you, you seduce me.  you seduce me into thinking i can remain a daydreaming dandy for the rest of my life.  

that's not life.  that's fantasy.  you are a fantasy.  

i love you so much, paris.  je t'aime.  je t'aime.  je t'aime.  i'll be back.  before you know it, i'll be back, and it'll be just like i never left...only it will be better.  because it will be warm.  well...you know...in march it will become warm.

with deepest affection, bisous, bisous, bisous, bisous,

ranna s.