Philippe once told me this during my first days in France, when we were having lunch at the Panthéon:

"The worst thing about living in Paris, is finding love. You and find someone that is walking on the streets of this city, meet them, hook up with them and claimed that you love them. Yet, hours later, you would once again leave them and run after someone you met in Bois de Boulogne."

If the one person who speaks up this sentence is a young woman, I wouldn't really mind it. But the thing that leaves a mark on my mind, is the fact that the one who said that sentence was a twenty-three years old man who lives in the 11th arrondissement of Paris to another man.

And he also broke the sentence three months later in Montmartre, when we confessed our love to each other.

Until this day, I still don't understand the reason why we would fall in love with each other during that summer in Paris.

But. like Phillippe had always said to me, ca rien n'est gratuit dan la vie...