Here, we should wake early and buy bread from the local bakery. We should take long walks along the shoreline and read local newspapers in the velvet morning light. Instead, we sleep until noon and spend our days behind the blinds in the dark with his friends and their organic weed.
I never wanted this, but somewhere along the line it just happened. I always pictured happier times growing up, the air was lighter and I spent my time with Stephanie. I haven't heard her voice in months, sometimes I can't remember her face or what it feels like to hold her little hand in mine.
I don't think I'll ever be able to go back to Paris.
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