A Christmas Letter from Paris

Tuesday, January 7th 2025,

                                                                                                 Paris, France,

                                                                                                    11:01.

My Dear N,

                   Happy Orthodox Christmas to you on this cold morning in Paris. I am sitting on a concrete bench under Trocadero and looking directly over and onto the Eiffel Tower. When I was here on December 30th it was an overcast and foggy day in Paris, and the top half of the tower was out of view. Perhaps if I stay long enough at this bench then maybe, just maybe you will stop by to say hello? It would be an impossibility really, but because the Eiffel Tower is one of the world’s great landmarks then the law of probabilities would state that sooner or later you would return here to Paris and gaze upon this tower as I remember you gazing upon it in the past. My instinct informs me that if you were to return to Paris then you would come via metro and exit at Trocadero Station so that you could walk over and experience this magical view down onto the Eiffel Tower as though you are experiencing this view the very first time and perhaps only time. You and I did get to experience the view from Trocadero down onto the Eiffel Tower together, and it was such a magical experience that I will carry with me always.

                    I am here all alone now with nobody to share this sublime moment and experience with. Won’t you come by N, even if only for a few moments to ease this morose that I carry along my heart? Wherever you are at this moment could you not be tempted to depart there and come to sit with me to enjoy this view together just like we enjoyed it together in the past when our moments together were so precious? The sun is shining now amongst the clouds on this winter’s morning and twenty-five years into our new millennium. My orthodox Christmas wish would be to share this day with you, N. Am I being selfish or overtly rude in such a wish? Of course, such a wish will never be granted. I am not so naïve to think that a miracle could possibly occur for me. I am not that important in this large world of over 8 billion souls all moving around, all trying to live each day.

                    I will soon go along La Seine for my usual walk all the way to Notre Dame Cathedral. Won’t you join me, my dear N? What a lovely morning and afternoon we could have along La Seine. We could walk under Alexander Bridge, and I could steal a kiss from you under its gilded iron which would illuminate a dazzling yellow under the sun on this Christmas day. We would watch the boats come up and down La Seine and reminisce from long ago when you and I took such a journey together. We would see others but mostly we would feel the love, the charm, and the magnetism that the energy within our souls could produce when we are together side by side, hand in hand. When our legs would be heavy, we could stop for a Café au Lait and maybe an Almond Croissant before we would continue along our sojourn. I could tell you about how my life has been without you by my side N but mostly I would listen and admire the beauty that would radiate outward from your sacred soul. I would be happy to share such a moment with you and to feel what it truly means to live in the moment but crucially, to be happy within such a fleeting moment. You could tell me about the moments you spent at the D’Orsay Museum all those years ago whilst I waited patiently but with excitement looming in my heart for your return to me and our love. We would stroll past the many Bouquinistes, and I would buy for you some vintage portraits from Paris long ago, during its Belle Epoque era. When we would eventually reach Notre Dame Cathedral, we would enter and sit silently together as we would feel the immersion of history and energy from this splendid cathedral. Paris would be so charming and so elegant on such a day, and it would smile even more to see yet another couple transform in radiant light with their love illuminating under the Parisian skies. I would then bring you back to my hotel room and kiss you so tenderly, so passionately as though I am kissing you for the first time my dear. We would make love together under the moonlit Parisian skies as calmness and love would return to our souls. My Christmas wish.

                                                       I love you always N,

                                                                      D xxxxx.

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