It doesn’t seem like much, but it’s a significant length of time for him.
It doesn’t seem like much, but half a year with the man of my dreams is a beautiful thing.
6 months and two days ago, the wonderful family that I worked for, in an attempt to keep me in Paris said to me, “Let’s set you up with our friend ‘Jordan’! You will like him, he is a really good guy Claudia, and he is so handsome.” Yeah, he sure was handsome (they showed me photos) but, ugh, I just wasn’t interesting in dating anyone. I told them, they persisted. I told him the same via text, but we agreed to meet regardless.
And I’m so glad I did.
Six months ago, my life was forever changed, the moment our eyes met, after 20 minutes of conversation and feeling like I’d known him for 20 years, after a shared kiss that truly felt like I was reuniting with part of myself I had lost.
6 months and most of them have been spent apart. But yet I feel as though I am with him, always. I feel connected to him, invigorated by the thought of him, I feel safe and I feel found.
He has had my whole heart for 6 months; he will have it for 6 more months, 6 years, 60 years, 600 years, until the end of time itself.
I have found my soulmate.
I found my heart in Paris.
I am so grateful for the best 6 months of my life, and I cannot wait to see what adventures we go on, next.
xo
C
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