Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Unromantic Paris

Standing beneath the landmark of love and romance, on a beautifully crisp summer morning, I neither felt any sense of romance nor passion, not the least bit. I was not overcame by any sort of emotion. I was simply indifference.

Perhaps it was the overflowing crowd.

Perhaps I was sleepy.

Perhaps I was tired.

Perhaps I was jetlagged.

Perhaps because you weren't there with me.

2 comments:

Celestial_star said...

思念让人煎熬。

Boonsky said...

Indeed...

Can't live with it, can't live without it.