It all started one morning as I lay on the makeshift bed, trying to plan my day. Metro stops, directions from here to there, frantic notes taken in my book and on my phone, all to ensure I wouldn’t get lost.
I realized I was wasting precious moments, my mind slowed by the fear of being disoriented. It was enough to move me out of doubt. I slipped into my favorite jeans, wrapped my heart in my scarf, and headed out the door.
The magic opened up before me. She found me instantly. She guided me through winding streets, reminding me patiently to trust my intuition.
There I was, lost among the crowds of tourists. They were missing the beauty, their noses so perfectly buried in guide books. There I was, found in the beauty of my surroundings.
For a few days, I learned what it felt like to be truly present, one breath, one step, one bite at a time. The past and the future chose to forget me and I saw myself reflected in windows and flowers and beautiful eyes looking back at me.
I ate croissants and watched lovers kiss. I felt the sun, and later the rain, tickle my cheeks. I navigated the streets of Paris waiting for my heart to be swept away, searching for romance.
And I found it.
I was surprised by how much I enjoyed the company I kept. We made the most of those few days we had alone together, lost in time for a while.
We took each other on long walks, talked to locals as though we were one of them, and they believed us. We sat for long, delicious meals, allowing the wine to go to our heads and mesmerize us by our collective beauty. We told each other fairytales and they melded so perfectly with reality that we could no longer separate the two. We teased each other and laughed. We learned the language of soul-speak and without a single word, absorbed the history around us, communing not only with our own selves but with those who had taken these very same steps before we had even inherited these bodies. We looked at old photographs and tombstones and knew we had been here before, many times.
At night, we shared our discoveries with our beloved and her smile became a reflection of our own.
We were me, and I am all of us.
I know, with the cells of my soul, I am in love with each of you and with the moon reflected in our eyes.
*all photos by me. see more here