For the first time, I’m finding it difficult to write.
I don’t think there are words in the English dictionary to describe the magic I experienced during these past two weeks. See, I just used the word magic but it’s still not the right word to capture what I want to say.
But it was magical. A dream. A fantasy. Alice in Wonderland without the scary bits. Narnia without the killing or dying.
In fact, I don’t even know if I want to write about it. I am afraid it might lose its magic if I reduce it to words on a computer screen. I am afraid I might kill its purity by attaching it to adjectives. It’s like a special place that I can escape to whenever I want – a sanctuary for my head. I don’t know if I am ready to bring it out of my head and into the world.
And even if I wanted to write about it, I still don’t know if I could find the words. How would I describe his beautiful blonde curls. Or those curious blue eyes and how they turned gray sometimes. Or that playful smile. Or how his eyes light up whenever he saw me. Or how adorable it was when he struggled to find the correct English word. Or how he hated it when I referred to him as le mignon, which made him even more mignon.
Then, as if it’s not already difficult to write about him, I also have to find a way to relate this whole experience back to fries?! I’m completely at a lost for words and metaphors here!
BUT for the love of this blog, and for all my readers, I promise to try and put the words together and share my experience with you guys in the next post.
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