"There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were nor how it was changed nor with what difficulties nor with what ease it could be reached. It was worth it and we received a return for whatever we brought to it." Hemingway

4.2.12

photo courtesy of Thais
photo courtesy of Thais
I casually followed her around like a puppy the two days before she left. We visited some of her favorite spots like le Mosque and le Tour Eiffel. The night before returning to San Paulo after we finished dinner, she began to say her goodbyes. I hugged her then left the kitchen to fight off the tender shock and unexpected tears. Although our conversations never went deeper or more personal than our love for Paris and mild aversion towards our own cities, Thais' independence, pretty smile, and easy ways have been a quiet comfort and my pleasant companions since my second week in Paris. The morning she left was my first adieu. 
Things that were not loved are never missed.
I am happy to miss you, Thais.
Thais
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