Tonight was to be a dinner of wine and cheese at Ben and Ge's.
We have talked about doing this since we first met in February and yet things just kept seeming to get in the way. But now that our days number less than 20 we have all been instilled with this new sense of hurry to find the time to do all those things we said we would but never got around to doing.
So tonight was decided upon to be the night of wine and cheese organized so long ago and I found myself walking to Ben and Ge's with Darryl and Sarah, a friend from England. We ended up eating 5 kinds of French cheese, of which I can only remember 3 - brie, Camembert, and 12 month aged conté - and drinking 2 nice bottles of French red wines. All I can remember thinking at this meal as we all sat eating and talking was that I had never before felt so comfortable before nor as happy as I did tonight.
We left just in time to catch the tram to Commerce with plans to meet on Friday and stories and words still left lingering between us to give us a place to pick up from then. Riding the tram from Commerce to Recteur Schmitt a word popped into my head that I am often loathe to use because of my bad history with it but one that fits what I feel when I'm with Darryl, Ge and Ben: family.
I know now what I will come to miss the most when I am in Virginia and France is half a world away is them. I tell myself that I will find a way to keep the connection, that I will be back, and that we will last. But I've said all this before with people who lived just next store to me and now that short distant stretches like an ocean between us. It is a fool's hope to think that this time will be different, but I have always been the fool...
We have talked about doing this since we first met in February and yet things just kept seeming to get in the way. But now that our days number less than 20 we have all been instilled with this new sense of hurry to find the time to do all those things we said we would but never got around to doing.
So tonight was decided upon to be the night of wine and cheese organized so long ago and I found myself walking to Ben and Ge's with Darryl and Sarah, a friend from England. We ended up eating 5 kinds of French cheese, of which I can only remember 3 - brie, Camembert, and 12 month aged conté - and drinking 2 nice bottles of French red wines. All I can remember thinking at this meal as we all sat eating and talking was that I had never before felt so comfortable before nor as happy as I did tonight.
We left just in time to catch the tram to Commerce with plans to meet on Friday and stories and words still left lingering between us to give us a place to pick up from then. Riding the tram from Commerce to Recteur Schmitt a word popped into my head that I am often loathe to use because of my bad history with it but one that fits what I feel when I'm with Darryl, Ge and Ben: family.
I know now what I will come to miss the most when I am in Virginia and France is half a world away is them. I tell myself that I will find a way to keep the connection, that I will be back, and that we will last. But I've said all this before with people who lived just next store to me and now that short distant stretches like an ocean between us. It is a fool's hope to think that this time will be different, but I have always been the fool...
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