#LettersToMyFutureHusband
The morning sun hits my face, gleaming through the blinds as I wrapped myself in between big arms, seeking some kind of comfort which i found instantly.
Bring me to Paris where we can converse in french. Carelessly laughing at the amount of efforts and number of attempts trying to talk to the locals. Bring me to Versallies so I can get inspired to sketch. Hold my hand while we argue as to why we should be leaving so soon and then grab a coffee or two. Bring me to Notre Dame so I can tell you my dreams, many of which involving you and what I've never had. Bring me to 31 Rue Cambon, so i can believe in magic but more for the serendipity of being a Parisian queen, like Mademoiselle.
Hold my waist through the lover's bridge whilst reminiscing the day we first met.
Bring me to the Eiffel Tower so we can breathe a fresh new start as we fall in love, all over again.
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