It was Paris, I was 19 and alone, however, I was in Paris, traveling the streets, still innocent and truly brave. I was looking, searching, for what I didn’t know but what I did know was it felt like I had an adventure coming. I had no idea she would change my life forever.

The first time I saw her she was like an angel, truly a vision of Heaven. I only saw her for a short moment by a fountain, the water rushing in the air only to come crashing down in pools below, just beside her. She moved on. I tried to follow but to no avail. I lost her in the crowd and then thought, well, everything must be as it is.

I switched my backpack to the other shoulder to rest. I had everything in there I needed. Change of clothes for a few days, maps, tickets from my journey, pictures, hiking boots, a bedroll, and blanket. I slept on the streets or on the metro to save money.

I was having a lot of fun in Paris. I saw all the sights; The Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triumph, Le Louvre, Notre Dame, Sacré-Cœur and everything there was to see in Paris. What a beautiful city, so romantic it’s such a shame I should be alone in the city of love.

Just as I thought this, I felt a hand grab my collar from behind. I was about to step into the street. I do daydream a lot. Then I heard it for the first time, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, sweeter than any birdsong, more soothing than the most powerful drug. Her voice… “beware, sir, please be careful.” I turned around and looked right into her eyes, so beautiful and kind. I said with a confident, yet awestruck voice. “Thank you, madame, merci.” “My pleasure,” she replied. The light changed and I watched again, as she walked away. I feared I would never see her again so I called out to her “Jimmy, my name is Jimmy.” She turned and smiled so brightly, the sun was dim in comparison.

So with another brave step, I followed her hastily and spoke to her again. I’m visiting Paris do you live here?… Yes. she replied. I was born right outside the city. Splendid I said, you’ll do fine. For what, she said inquisitively. My tour guide of course. She seemed interested and somewhat curious. I’m going to work. I work at a bakery, you may walk with me there but I’m afraid that is where the tour must end. I was pleased, to say the least. So delighted that I could walk beside her. She pointed out the historical landscapes and beautiful buildings but I never saw them. For the whole time, my eyes were tightly focused on her. Only to look away when she would insist that I stare at some statue or ornate piece of architecture.

I hoped and prayed that the bakery she worked at was on the other side of France so I could be with her longer. I had to see her again so I asked her, when can we meet again? She then replied with another question how long are you in Paris? Actually, I had planned on leaving the next day to go to Italy, but I told her I was staying for another 2 weeks. Maybe I’ll see you again, there’s my bakery, Au Revoir. Goodbye, I said, with what seemed like my last breath. I’ve never felt this way before. I stood there not knowing just what to do, it seemed she was not as interested in me as I was in her, or so I thought. I must be dreaming, I said to myself. I could still hear her gentle and sweet voice. Then I did hear it again, for real! Jenny, my name is Jenny. I get off at 4. I’ll see you then! And she blew me a kiss. My heart began to beat once again. Those next hours seemed like days. I wandered around the streets of Paris, never more than one or two blocks from the bakery to make sure I would be able to find it again at 4:00.

Finally, it was 3:45. I rushed to the bakery. I knew exactly where it was for I had passed it at least a dozen times today. I made my way through the door of the bakery. The bells hanging from the doorknob jingled and she looked up at me from behind the counter, smiled and then glanced at the clock on the wall behind her. I’ll be ready in a few minutes. Her voice was even more beautiful than I had remembered. So I sat down at a small table to wait, watching her every move and she glanced at me whenever she was on my side of the room.

Finally 4:00. She took off her apron, said goodbye to the shopkeeper and motioned to me to meet her by the door. So I did. As I walked toward her I could tell she was as excited to see me as I was to her. Then as we met her lips touched my cheek and again on the other side. Her perfume smelled of fresh jasmine. I could die happy now. Did you miss me she said. Oh yes, I’ve been thinking of you all day. Then she said I know a great cafe, we can have a cozy dinner and then maybe I can show you my apartment. shall we go? Absolutely, I replied.

As we walked she kept brushing her hand against mine, so I took the hint and gently took hold of her hand in mine. She turned and smiled in a way only she was capable of. At that moment our eyes met in a gaze so deep and heartfelt it sparked a flame in my heart and that’s how it all started.

The next week was a gift like no other, we spent every minute of the day together. She even offered to let me stay at her apartment. I slept on the couch of course, like a gentleman. She would wake up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water each night and as she stood in the kitchen pouring a cool glass of water she would watch me sleep. Oh, how I wanted to kiss her.

Then one night, I woke before she did and went into the kitchen to quench my own thirst. I waited to hear her bedroom door swing open, then I opened the fridge and said. Can’t sleep? She said, I’m thirsty also, but not for water. I gazed deep into her beautiful eyes and reached out for her hand and put it on my chest as I moved closer to her. She then pressed herself against me. I held her tightly thrusting her against the refrigerator door, slamming it open against the wall behind us. Her lips were soft and wet, her skin was like silk. Then she stepped away and removed her nightshirt standing completely naked in the kitchen she reached out and put both hands on my waist, lightly running her fingertips across by young healthy body. I slid off my boxers and we both stood naked in the kitchen with the windows open as a cool Paris summers night breeze blew through the apartment. I picked her up and carried her into the living room, still kissing and touching our naked bodies. We melted into the couch that I had been sleeping on for the past couple of days but was now having a passionate lovemaking session with the girl of my dreams. We pleased each other again and again all night long, moving from the living room into the bedroom. She was not afraid to let her emotions flow. I don’t speak French so I can only imagine what she was really saying. I could, however, tell when she climaxed, she would moan in ecstasy and her legs trembled as I held her close.

Finally, we laid still in bed on her white cotton sheets, comfortable as the sun began to rise over Paris and peek through the open window. She looked at me and said, you feel so special to me Jimmy if I never see you again after your visit. I will never ever forget you. I smiled and looked lovingly into her eyes and said, I will never forget you either Jenny. We made love a few more times before I had to continue my journey home, each as heartfelt as the first time. We roamed the streets of Paris, smiling and in love for the next week.

Finally, the time came to say goodbye to Jenny. I do love her so still to this day. She drove me to the airport and we held each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then the man over the intercom called for my flight to board. I walked backwards down the terminal so I could look into her eyes one last time before I left. I felt as if my heart was being pulled from my chest and torn into a thousand pieces. My precious Jenny ….goodbye my love … Au revoir mon amour.

We wrote letters every week, then every month …the last time I heard from Jenny was 3 years ago on my birthday. I guess I got caught up in school, her too I suppose. She had just started College herself. In her last letter, she wrote,

My dearest Jimmy, I know it has been a long time since my last letter. I have been very busy at school. I think of you often, and as I said before I shall never forget you. You have been to my country but I have never been to yours. Someday I promise, I will visit you and I will bring you some fresh French bread from my bakery. That is all for now. I must get back to my studies. Farewell my love, until we meet again, love always, Jenny.

But that was 3 years ago. Sometimes when I’m walking I think I see her, but I come to find out it’s only a stranger. You know I must be dreaming because I can almost smell the aroma of jasmine and French bread… It’s not a dream! My love.

-fin-

2 Replies to “Paris, a lesson in love…”

  1. WOW !!! How intriguing & beautiful 🙂 You deserve to have such a love as this in your life, Jim. So eloquently written, hopefully the next chapter / book of this story will be a continuance. Thank you for sharing…

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