oceana

Sometimes I miss Paris so much that my heart hurts.

I stumble upon a picture by accident and there's is a real, stabbing
pain in my heart.

*is in pain*
*misses Paris*

Strangely, this never happens with London. I see London and get all
happy just knowing it is there. Paris, I hurt because it is there and
I'm not.
(but I'm going back in June. Just so you know, heart. Now stop hurting.)