Paris.

Unchanged, prestigious, elegant yet so raw and terrifying. Terrifying, because no matter what, you always find a way to make anyone, including myself, forget all the realities even if it is just for a split second. No, let me take that back; all but one. Your beauty. That reality can never be changed. It is seen as much as it is felt.
Terrifying because I hate surprises and you are the Queen of Surprises. You always manage to catch me off guard, taking my breath away. From the strong smells of the underground train stations, to the light breeze gently brushing my cheek as I walk along side the long parallel line of trees in the “jardins”; you never fail to amaze me.
You are always around me, reminding me of my humanity. Reminding me that there is more to life than just going from one place to another. The little smiles, the looks, the birds, the smells, the yells, the symmetry, the architecture, everything… All the little things that people tend to neglect. The more you make me notice your presence, the more I notice myself. You make me comfortable in my own skin, embracing the woman that I am. Pulling me upward, letting me stand by your side because you make me understand that although you might be famous for being the representation of love, I am too a representation of love. We all are.