Now I understand why they call Paris the city of love.

I know, it’s such a cliché…but let me tell you something: Paris is not called the city of love because you go there and see couples everywhere, or because you go there and find the love of your life, now don’t get me wrong, that can happen, but before I went there I had the idea that people were calling it that way just because of those things.

After I went there I changed my mind, completely. It is indeed the city of love but you know why? Because you fall in love with every little thing that you see there. You feel happy, you feel complete. Paris makes you fall in love with him, it makes you forget about every little worry that you ever had. It makes you so happy, that you can shed a tear out of pure happiness. That’s what Paris has done with me and honestly I would let him do it again and again, until I’m no longer surprised that a city can make you feel like that.

Of course, there are things that I don’t like about him, but no one’s perfect and like in any other healthy relationship I accepted that he has some flaws and then tried to ignore them (I really don’t know if that’s how a healthy relationship works but you know what I mean). So back to what I was saying, it wasn’t exactly love at first side because when I saw him for the first time I was really angry as I couldn’t find my accommodation and ignored the fact that I was seeing him for the first time after months of stalking on the internet, and I don’t think it was for him either as I looked atrocious after a night of no sleep from the journey, but it was love.

The first time I realized I was in love with him was actually at the end of my trip, in a really random moment. I was in the metro (how the French call it) and after a day of running around the little streets of Paris and eating macarons like I had never tasted sweets before (honestly I don’t know how they cook those things, but you will never taste a better macaron than the ones from Madame Laudree), I got in the metro at time to go to Montmartre and that was pretty much about it, I was hooked. I think that was one of the happiest moments of my life, I was feeling like nothing or no one could take that away from me…and then he surprised me again.

 In the metro someone started singing and it wasn’t one of those regular songs that people sing just because they’re bored and want to get some money, the person who was singing it put his soul into that song and it was so beautiful. It was like someone took my heart, kissed it with such love and then put it back where it belonged and I know who did all that. Paris.

He made me cry of happiness. It was such a weird feeling, such a rush. All those elements, running on those little streets, eating the macarons, listening to that beautiful music, all of that made me feel like I was… I don’t even know how but I think that’s the way pure happiness feels like.