Paris,

Where do I even begin? The first day I saw you I was already in love with your beautiful buildings, french speaking citizens and macaroons. Let's not forget about the Eiffel Tower, which I had no idea lights up like a sparkler every hour for five minutes. How about the fact that your palaces have real gold, and the tube is filled with musicians that are so talented they should be playing in a symphony.

But the thing that made me fall in love with you the most was that one word, yes, love. Everybody in Paris is filled with so much love that my whole being just wanted to smile. Maybe it's a lot for some people, because the french have no worry about being physical no matter where they are. For me, it was a reminder that everyone can be in love. You even have a damn wall in Montmartre with the words, "I love you" in every language across the globe.

People were on dates under the Eiffel Tower with bottles of wine and cheese and baguettes, and meanwhile in America a boy just invites you over for Netflix. Everyone in Paris is always holding hands, or kissing or hugging. Even when you meet people you kiss each other on the cheek. God, if we did that in the states people would think you were mental.

I didn't think falling in love with a city was actually possible until I met you, Paris. That I could be so infatuated with a place blew my mind but also warmed my heart.

I will be back one day. Hopefully living in an apartment above the seine, if I'm wealthy enough or lucky. But either way, I'll see you again because I know I'm meant to be there and I've never felt like that in my entire life.

Je t'aime Paris, à bientôt. Mon coeur t'appartient.