a dear friend in europe is visiting paris next week & asked me for my recommendations, eager to hear about the places that had captured my heart while i lived there five years ago. as i started scribbling away (only half-trying to keep the list at a reasonable length), the names of my favourite spots to wander, eat, drink & explore sprung to mind almost immediately, coupled with the visceral, physical ache that comes from missing the people, the streets & the very essence of a beautiful city that i once called home. with current travel restrictions, lovely paris feels oh-so-very far away 🥺 any places that you’re missing, my loves? i’d love to read & hear all about your magical faraway places in the comments. maybe we can imagine our way there together ✨
seven years of us 💫 on one of our very first dates, he told me that he loved me and i thought he was nuts 😂 but that’s what his love has always been like — deep, steadfast, intense, playful, safe, healing, tender & otherworldly. the kind that has learned my heart like the pages of his favourite book to be read over and over again. he’s always given me butterflies but as the years have gone on, the butterflies have become a fleet of birds that will weather every element to get home. they are feelings and promises that will go the distance, bearing the weight of all the joy & sadness that life may bring.
