we’ll always have paris,

a night in paris that turned into a life. she never bought her apartment in paris, like she joked the first time they met. something about needing to see his place to know the size of the suburban corners of the city of light. she learned the size of his bed. and his shoes. his nicest jackets and t-shirts of english bands and south american socialist revolutionaries. one day, he showed up in a shirt from her own merch. she wanted to disappear. he learned the size of her heart.