On writing a record of it all, even when it feels like treason.
For the truest kind of love, and finding a way back to something better.
On how we are never only one thing at once, and what we give up to get where we're going.
On the way things only ever change, and the fleeting belief that we even had it at all.
On making peace with not knowing quite who to be.
On the weather and learning new lessons from old mistakes.
On the way I’m never really telling the truth when I speak about Paris.
Writing about what it feels like to let the little things go.
A book that keeps going long after it’s finished.
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