The sirens in Paris remind me of the Bourne Identity movies.
So many people look my way.
But all I want is you.
I want someone magical in my life.
No one compares to you.
It’s a bit frustrating.
Why is it that only you hold my heart?
Why do men feel so strong about me but never vice versa?
Why do I always find men who are smitten—who are so surprised to have met me, but that I’m never surprised to have met them?
Why do all the really good ones escape me?
I can’t wait to go back home.
It never felt so good to go back—just to see someone so beautiful and wonderful as him.
I pray you love me too.
I pray you are the moon and the sun to my earth.
I wish I could marry you...
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