~ Four Months Later ~
Inever thought I’dhave this kind of decision to make.My path had always been set since high school.But here I stand at the door of my empty apartment, my roommate left a few days ago, with three paths to choose from:
Earn my Master’s degree from Yale in New Haven.
Take a job with an awesome firm here in New York City.
Or return to Oliver in Paris.
It’s a win anyway I look at it, but I can only choose one...
It’s been said timeand time again, but Paris really is beautiful in the springtime.Oliver’s hand tightens around mine as we stroll down the Champs-Elysées for the first time as a couple.
Unlike other decisions I’ve had to make regarding my life, the direction I want to go in, and more...this decision was the easiest.My family called me frivolous.Carefree.Careless.I didn’t care because my heart knew where it wanted to be.
We might not be rich, though I’m thinking Oliver has come into more of his inheritance by the apartment in Montmartre.He bought it a few months ago, so rent is not something we worry about.
For the time being, I have no plan in place.We are living off love and sex, food, drinks, and air.As he once said, the basic necessities.
And life has never been better—Oh wait...
Oliver stops, setting the picnic basket down on the lawn.He looks down at me and says, “Je t’aime, Rayon de Soleil.”
“You’ve never told me why you call me Sunshine.”
“You were the answer to a question I hadn’t been brave enough to ask.The light that gave my life direction.You were sunshine in that yellow dress and I knew right then that I couldn’t leave just yet.”
Running his hand over my cheek, he adds, “Thank you for taking a chance and staying in that room with me.You changed my fate.”
“I like to think we changed each others.”
“We most definitely did.”
We kiss beneath the Eiffel Tower.When we part, he smiles.It’s sexy and a lot arrogant.And I’m madly in love with this man who stole my heart with a few lines and a fake accent, but kept it with his honesty and a key that gave his heart to mine.
