scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
It has been 6 months since I quit my job and moved to Paris for love. I had to leave behind my small town in Wisconsin where everyone knew me as the girl with bright smile who used to attend church every Sunday. In Paris, I met Pierre, a charming Frenchman who swept me off my feet. He took me on romantic dates by the Seine river and introduced me to his friends at the Louvre museum.
As we walked hand-in-hand through Montmartre, Pierre told me he wanted to start a new life together in Italy. His words were like music to my ears, and I couldn't help but feel that this was meant to be. But as I stood on the edge of our tiny apartment overlooking the Eiffel Tower, reality hit me hard – leaving behind everything I knew felt terrifying.
I'm trying to learn French quickly so we can communicate better when Pierre's at work or with his friends. Sometimes I struggle with feelings of loneliness and missing my family back home. But every time Pierre holds my hand, whispers sweet nothings in my ear, or looks into my eyes like he truly understands me, all doubts melt away.
