You kept on asking me why I want to go. You would say I always leave you, but I'd say, you do remember, I always come back. I will come back again. I just have to go and see where Champs-Élysées flows into the Arc de Triomphe, and sit under the chestnut tree.
When I come back, I will tell you all my stories and we will laugh together. You know I am such a tragic case, always getting into ridiculous situations, unprepared, naive, and yes, you are right, childlike. Maybe this is the reason for me to go, to travel and learn to be a grown up?
When I come back, I will bring you gifts from rolling lavendar fields and Côte d'Azur. My skin will keep the salty sea smell and taste of wine bath.
My stories will be sweet and cheesy. French stories are always sweet and cheesy, pastry stories, covered in butter and dipped in chocolate mousse. There will be a lot of wine too, in glasses, bottles and barrels. A bottle for you and I will go so well with sweet and cheesy.
When I come back, I will tell you all my stories and we will laugh together. You know I am such a tragic case, always getting into ridiculous situations, unprepared, naive, and yes, you are right, childlike. Maybe this is the reason for me to go, to travel and learn to be a grown up?
When I come back, I will bring you gifts from rolling lavendar fields and Côte d'Azur. My skin will keep the salty sea smell and taste of wine bath.
My stories will be sweet and cheesy. French stories are always sweet and cheesy, pastry stories, covered in butter and dipped in chocolate mousse. There will be a lot of wine too, in glasses, bottles and barrels. A bottle for you and I will go so well with sweet and cheesy.
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