

I sit waiting for the call, going over every little detail in my head: Did I smile too quickly when I said goodbye? Did I seem too impatient? The melody of Édith Piaf is playing in my ears, and even my cappuccino is already cold.... Ah, love, you are like Paris🗼: unpredictable, sometimes stubbornly silent, but always so enchanting. Will you write again, my favorite fanfic? Or is it my romantic fantasies that made me believe we were made for each other 💕