"Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely."
21, boulevard des invalides is where I first saw him in person. He towered over them, the people that surrounded him and made him inaccessible to me. He was striking, like his face had been chiseled by a perfect maker. His body flawlessly sculpted. I so desperately wanted to be near to him.
With a closer view, I recognized his seemingly fatigued demeanor to in fact reflect a contemplative brooding. His air of mystery struck me. I would have fought my way through the Gates of Hell to have known the thoughts that would suggest his brilliance.
The obvious was clear to me when I was around him. He was my favorite over all the others. Was it love?
Oui, je l'aimais.