lil troublemaker D
Every autumn I fall in love. It has been like that for as long as I can remember.
One autumn I fell in love with Paris. I lived in La Defense and had taken a daytrip with my friends, to see a park and explore the surroundings which were supposed to have the best falafels in Paris. It was crispy cold and I was wearing my anual fall-fashion, a short skirt, leatherjacket and sunglasses.
My hair was a dark plum-brown at the time, I was 22.
One of my friends was in love with one of my other friends. At one point, after sharing a couple of bottles of wine in the grass, we climbed our way up to the top of some ruins, where we could see over the city. It dawned and as my two friends, the one in love and the other one unknowing, stand there and looked over this beautiful city we lived in, I fell in love.
With Paris, and this moment.
I have a picture of it, I won't share it, but I give you this story.
I fell in love with Paris over and over again. For a thousand different stories, some of them romantic as hell, some of them sad as another.
And I fell in love with Gothenburg. But that was last fall. đ