We'll always have...

I had not seen him for months, although constantly thought about him. About how kind and gentle person he is. Always so modest, so considerate to others. So fun and easy to talk to. I thought about how we sat next to each other by the subtropical sea. When all had been shared and all that was going to stay with us, was the belief that we’ll always have Paris as well as our normal, sober and strong friendship at home.
I had thought about meeting him again so much. And yes, I made sure that I was wearing a matching bra and knickers when meeting him. I think we were both grinning stupidly, glowing, seeing each other again. It was so natural and easy to get back into a conversation. It was easy to enjoy looking at his beautiful face, to touch him again.
And to laugh, walking in the rain (and agreeing that there is nothing romantic about getting wet). And to kiss. And how easy it was to say that I do not need him to send me home. I will go by myself. After we have laughed some more and smoked a cigarette by a noisy touristy square.
And I am so happy, alone in my freezing bed, knowing that I have the memories of laughing together and the certainty that there will be more of those times avowing our friendship. Never mind the matching bra and knickers. I think I am growing up. I am learning to make my life beautiful rather than complicated. And we’ll always have Paris.