I remember the times, I remember the places... I remember the tears, and I know she did, too...
Excerpt from Book II. Je suis perdu san tois - I'm lost without you
It's me, KC. Isabelle, is as busy as ever and so are the boys and I. So it goes, we're tired, bouncing back and forth from Paris to New York and we're all fed up with the fields that we are in, it has changed with changing times, as we start to rethink our careers, but not our love for one another.
Isabelle still touches her wedding rings as I look back to that day, that one-year anniversary, slowly making its way to year two as I find myself chasing ghosts---nothing tasted or felt the same. But now, we're all starting to grow little-by-little, trying to enjoy the simpler things while we distance ourselves from the outside world.
Obviously, I can't write every moment but if you close your eyes, and open them and re-read a page or two, I'm sure it will touch your heart, and then you'll understand exactly what I am trying to explain here.
Although our love and friendship was as strong as it can get. This book really defined our love for one another and tested our strength. Not just taking risks with love but to protect what meant the most to us.
C'est moi Isabelle. Baby, we realized just how precious life was and how selfless you were. You really are a tough warrior thinking of others and never saying the word "I". I could kill you sometimes for that and the boy's, too.
Thank you, Isabelle. Well, in the end, we all wondered how we were able to pick up all the pieces; quite an impossible task if you ask me. But, it all goes back to Book One were we broke all the rules and social etiquette, never taking our love for granted, always enjoying our time in Paris and taking lots and lots and lots of midnight runs for Bertie Cupcakes.
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