Oui, c'est vrai, Je parle le Francais. Pas tres bien, mind you, yet I keep learning it because I love this language and the beauty of the French. Mon dou dou me parle le Francais et oh, il est formidable!! Je l'aime!! ~ My words from a Pinterest board I have about all thing French. 

Today I want to tell you about my true love.  "Again?!" you gasp.  Yes, always.  Why?  First of all, he is the reason beyond all reasons.  It makes no sense I am sure; however, he is the reason, mon raison d'etre, my reason for being.  I like to tell Patrick I was created for him (I was conceived a month before he was born) and everything about me compliments him almost perfectly.  It is quite startling to be honest.  I reveal him and he reveals me. Our love is very true.  There is no act, no show for anyone in public.  We are pretty much the same everywhere and it is very important that our life be as such since I know we both hid our real selves and our respective unhappiness from too many for much too long.  

It is no secret, as my first paragraph states, I love the French language.  I lived in Germany, just outside of France, for two years of my life and was able to come and go into the country as most people travel to their neighboring state.  It was pure bliss!  I practiced my French conversational skills, which always need total immersion I might add, got around quite easily due to my knowledge of the written language, and enjoyed being in the country.   If I had any inkling that our paths crossed while overseas, I would have stayed.  Patrick was doing a semester abroad and living a few hours south of me in Aix au Provence.  Well, had I known,  I may have changed the trajectory of my life and remained, sought him out, and the rest would have been our history together.  Alas, we followed a long, parallel path to one another as fate would have it and yet still, here we are, together, after all our exploring we have "arrived at this place and known it for the first time" as T.S. Eliot says so beautifully.  

I miss Patrick when he is not around me.  He feels the same.  It is a new experience.  In the French language, you don't really say "I miss you" you say "tu me manques" which means "you are missing from me".  It is so true. Now that we have come to this love, whenever we are apart, we are missing from one another. Two halves have become one.