I once backpacked through Europe for 6 months. I met a lot of interesting people at gay bars and yoga ashrams and randomly in train stations, but I basically traveled alone. The quaint fishing villages and sculpture gardens were beautiful but boring. On New Years of 2000, I remember watching the Eiffel tower aglow with fireworks, from a rooftop window and feeling lonely. So much beauty, I thought it was a pity not to have someone to share it with. This story would be sad if I never found out that my future husband was just a few blocks away, watching the same firework show and thinking similar thoughts. We wouldn’t meet each other for another 4 years, but sharing that moment turns a sad memory into an unforgettably pleasurable one. Here we are, together again in Paris, over 15 years later. More in love than ever!
