Strange, considering its role in my life. As if I had a best friend with whom I'm no longer in contact.
There's been a strange disconnect. A disconnect which I felt when I was last there. A disconnect which once welcomed, I've now come to reject.
I don't know what to make of these recent feelings, but I know they'll develop into something I'll better understand. Sooner than later I hope.
Ah Paris, tu sais que tu me manques. C'est plutot moi qui ne savais pas jusq'a quel point.
