BACK. IN. BUSINESS. Whaaaaaaaat?! Ok, soooo Paris is over ‘n done. The relationship naturally ran its course. We were both blissfully unaware of reality in the beginning. The flaws between us seemed transparent and whipped past us like the wind. As time aged, our interpretation of reality began to darken into an acrimonious prospect. All attempts of recovering what was appeared to be only an outpouring of desperate nostalgia despite the overwhelming sensation of a lost cause. Denial trod deep in the surface of happy memories, but time had broken the threshold of disillusionment. One more agonizing hour may have unleashed turmoil and unwelcome hatred. We parted with closure, content. Now with hindsight sharp enough to cut down any lingering doubts, I can fairly say that I love Paris but I think I love the U.S. more.
I've moved on!
