They say, you find love in Paris. I got lost, had rashes from an overdose of mussels, froze over when the wind decided to blow, and couldn't communicate a proper sentence to a Chinese woman who only speaks French.

Then I came back to Singapore.

And I realised, I DID find love in Paris. Love, is, lost and cold. I'm not sure about allergy reactions. But even when we can speak to someone in the same language, we just don't necessarily understand.

Some people believe that when you find someone you love, you have to be with that person. I don't want to be lost, cold, and misunderstood. But I loved, and will continue loving, even if I am happier without love.

So let me breathe.

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