I wake up in the morning to the smell of coffee and croissants. I wake up and I see Jon's not there... I stretch with a big smile on my face and get out of bed. As I am walking to the bathroom Jon bursts through the doors with 2 coffees and breakfast. He puts it on the table in front of me and says: "for you my lady!" I smile, kiss him in the cheek and proceed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. After we both get ready and eat our breakfast, we head out to explore the city... Paris on a warm sunny day... What could be better? We hold hands as we walk through the streets, marveling at the beauty around us. We visit the museums and discuss history. We appreciate the art around us and are thankful to be alive to honor it. We stop at a quaint little cafe and have lunch. A guy is resting against the building outside playing the most beautiful guitar. It's amazing how great the food tastes when you are in Paris and you are in love with all the beauty surrounding you. Even plain white bread has a magic all of its own. After eating our late lunch we head off towards the arc. It's my dream to take Jon there so he can experience what I felt when I stood up there: LOVE, BEAUTY and PEACE! We get there, almost out of breath and climb up. When I see the look on Jon's face as he looks at the view, my life makes sense! His eyes light up with passion and appreciation. It's an unforgettable moment. He puts his arms around me and there we stand: on top of the arc... With Paris at our feet!
We stay up there probably for longer than we should and watch the sun go down. After this magical moment we come down the arc and go for a bite to eat. We decide to grab a sandwich and a bottle of wine and go to a park to sit on the grass and have dinner. We talk for hours as we lay down and look at the stars, trying to pick out constellations. Still on the magical high we achieve from being together we get up and rush back to our hotel. We kiss deeply and fall a victim to our big king bed. The rest is up to your imagination....
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