Chapter 52 - One

It was everything I had hoped it would be. New Years Eve was spent in Paris with loved ones and the year began with a smile. It was everything I had hoped it would be, and that is why I still sit here and miss you so.

Paris, we never say goodbye when we part ways. We never end each chapter. We simply let the story continue and everything in between is but an intermission. Why? How? To what end?

Am I doomed to be forever in half, with the only hope of being whole resting upon my return?

What holds me back from this union of myself?

What am I so fearful of?

Since when do I live in fear of potential regret?

Who am I becoming?

Who have I become?

Aide-moi, vite... S'il te plait...