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Our times in Paris

A little look into us ♥

Do you really want to know what Paris is all about as seen through the eyes of lovers---

Je t'aime Mon Amour - Paris, the 5th of Avril
Excerpt from Book I. Je ne partirai pas sans toi (I'll never let you go)

Let me ask you something. Did you ever read a book that is exactly what you needed at the time, at the right moment? Well, this is the book and ongoing series for you; filled with true love, in our words and this is the kind of book that seeps into your soul. It is completely heartbreaking, yet it is filled with so much love and hope and at times, I couldn't breathe while reliving our lovely story. I would literally hold my breath and wait for a moment to give me a reason to relax while the memories rushed back into my heart, into my soul as I held KC's hand... So, with further ado, I bring you the first few paragraphs for our novel...

I FIND MYSELF HEADING to the same café located in Paris, Rue de Médicis. It rained that day with blackened endless side streets and narrow roads, while hearing footsteps swishing through the cobblestone streets to shelter one from the rain. I, on the other hand, continued to take in the misty rain that made my skin come alive, while warm thoughts of Renée and Isabelle resonated through my heart, my true loves...

I found a charming, old-fashion typical café, but isn't that what Paris is made of readers? Regardless if I made my way towards the Jardin du Luxembourg or the Place de la République, a favorite of mine, a favorite of ours, you would find that repetitive déjà vu décor: men wearing long aprons, small circular tables with mint water carafes, stationary cut-glass ashtrays, and the clientele smoking, as lovers slowly undress their inner affections with subtle romantic glances--stealing sweet soft kisses.

So, here I was sitting at a table located in the back of the café that allowed me to take in a birds-eye view of the establishment as well as the French culture. The waiter returned with my order of a nice hot cup of tea/thé, Le Rose. Then, I was distracted by a charming young French woman who entered the café and was sitting by herself. She was very attractive with long light brown hair and ocean blue/green eyes and I noticed her subtle glances towards me as we made eye contact from time-2-time.

Obviously, she was waiting for me, but I couldn't help but notice her beautiful skin, and those eyes that I would love to drown my heart in and her soft pink lips that surely tasted like fresh cut rose petals, as I slowly start to undress my inner emotions for her...

Being in Paris, I never felt that I would have to prove my affections. While I am not boasting, I consider myself an intelligent, handsome man--and did I mention sexy?

Again, I took subtle glances and I noticed that she was leaving the café while holding a pink handkerchief in her hand. I just hope she was alright.

Thirty minutes later, I closed my semi-off dark black notepad and I got up to pay my bill. I declared that I am a writer--I write as I seek that one good story while peeling back the layers and write only by my truthful observations and mixed reservations, as I made my way to the bartender, it was there that I noticed that woman who entered this establishment early that night.

We passed one another as our hands accidently brushed up against each other's--she stared into my eyes with love and concern.

"Pardon. Bonsoir Monsieur," she said.

I stopped, leaned in, and I drowned my heart in those ocean blue/green eyes of hers. I held her hand, so soft and elegant and I kissed the palm of her hand.

"Bonsoir, Mon Amour. Pour toujours et à jamais," I softly whispered...

Annotation: It begins guys...


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