I was exhausted from healing a broken heart from a catastrophic ending of a five-year relationship.
I was tired of crying.
I was tired of the sleepless nights.
Photo byKhamkéo VilaysingonUnsplash
I didnt choose Paris.
For weeks, signs were pulling at my heartstrings.
My world was attracting all things French.
Paris called my name.
Paris welcomed my messy heart with open arms.
It began with reuniting with my cousin I hadnt seen in seven years.
My cousin and her fiance graciously took me on a tour of the outskirts of Paris.
The freedom to create my schedule was liberating.
I would wake past noon, nap at 4 p.m., and eat dinner at 11 p.m.
I was living and breathing a true Parisian lifestyle.
I was energized with solo lunches, brunches, and dinners.
One night, I found a cozy bench underneath the bright lights of the Eiffel Tower.
I had never felt so renewed and happy in my life.
Since my arrival in Paris, I stopped replaying my heartbreak.
I was embracing the present moment.
I spent five stilted years with a partner who depleted me.
The love within created a new reality of the life I deserved.
The love within raised my relationship standards because I no longer needed anyone to validate my worth.
The love within said goodbye to an outdated belief system to create a healthier one.
