Centuries have passed, will you still try to find him? Won't you give up?

1. La Renaissance de L'amour
Paris. La Ville Lumiere, means The City of Light. Some also call it as The City of
Love. For me, it’s both. The enchanting surrounding in the daylight clearly prove how
romantic this place is. I can’t wait for the mesmerizing night view no more. Even though
I already saw those gorgeous scene years ago, I still need to prove those beauty with
my own eyes again.
I’m also looking for someone special to me and I’m happy that he’s here. Finally,
I found him again. In a sea of people, my lens easily capture his stunning figures and I
froze at the sight of it. His tall form and handsome face kills me softly.
I’ve been a photographer years after I died and resurrected. I took a pic of almost
everything. Whether it be an animal, plant, or a person. And oh! I’ve also captured
Marilyn Monroe, Michael Jackson, and Beyonce before. I’ve already met a lot of
amazing people, but this one is different. He keeps me snapping his moves like a
stalker. He makes me into him more and more deeply. Once he was far enough, I put
down my camera and stared at his back with my own eyes. “All of God’s creatures are
wonderful but he’s one of a kind.” I muttered and a grin crept into my lips.
“Samuelle, let’s move over there! What are you staring at?” My best friend’s ear-
damaging voice awakened me from my wildest daydream. I turned to her with a frown
and checked the photos from my camera. “Nothing. Just a marvelous piece of art.” Just
by the glimpse of him, I was able to smile again. I must be crazy, really crazy.
Time passed and it’s finally night time. Kaisen and I had different destinations so
both of us will be parting after dining together. I sighed at the thought of having to walk
alone again.
Wandering by my own, I can’t help but be astonished and gasp by the glamour
ambient especially by these attractive lights that’s standing out from the dark. I don’t
want to waste another moment so I took out the camera I’ve been carrying along and
snapped some view.
Taking photos here and there, and I suddenly stopped when my lens focused on
my most favourite masterpiece in the world. “The Louvre’s no joke right?” He smiled and
I needed a few seconds to realize that he spoke to me. I wonder if he still remember
me. It’s been a century already. I wish he does. I want to hug him again. I miss him so
much.
“Right but the chance of meeting you over here is also one in a million chances.”
I replied back and he looked confused. I let out a small beam. He doesn’t remember me
anymore. I chuckled, trying hard to refrain my tears from falling. “I’m Samuelle, a
photographer. You are?” I added and his jaw dropped a bit. I looked away. That is the
cutest thing for me, I’m afraid I might smile. He’s still as precious as a bear.

2. “Uh---I’m Henry.” He laughed in a bothered way. “By the way, were you taking
pictures of me earlier?” I stood still at his sudden question. Did he saw what I did?
He giggled. “Yes, I saw you.” Jesus Christ, he noticed! What should I do? What
should I tell him? He boffed again and now, it’s much louder than before. He even
clutched his stomach and banged his head slightly back and forth. I’m puzzled. Is he
fine? Should I bring him to the asylum now? He needs his head checked.
“You know--you’re cute when--you’re--surprised.” And? “You’re eyes become
bigger--and--you blush.” I touched my cheeks and it is indeed hot. I quickly turned
around and ran away. That was very embarrassing!
“Hey wait!” Somebody gripped my wrist and twisted me to face him. I almost
stumbled. Good thing, he was on time to catch me. Bad thing, he hugged me. We
stayed like that for few minutes and I swear, my heart was racing rapidly. Thank God,
he’s panting. He’ll not be able to notice it.
After his breathing calmed, he spoke. “I’m sorry.” Lord, how many times do I
have to be in a situation like this? Just so you know, it’s hard to keep myself far-off him.
The memories and affection we had shared back then is still vivid to me. He can’t recall
me anymore and seeing him like this, tortures me a lot. I need to come up at a decision
as soon as possible and I decided, I have to stop this feelings from growing more.
But how should I do it? Should I push him away? I guess I really have to. But
before I did, “Cindy, I remember you.” Just by hearing those words, tears fell from my
eyes. I hugged him tightly. “I’ve been searching for you. I missed you so much. Do you
still remember me?” I laughed and said, “yes.” He detached from our hug. He looked
away. I followed his sight and enjoyed the view together. It’s surprisingly not awkward. I
actually feel comfortable, as if I’m home again.
“Paris is indeed the City of Love. Everybody thinks this is a typical night but for
me, this isn’t because I’ve found someone I’ve been looking for. All I ask is will she let
me step in to her life again?” He continued as he slowly glanced to me. “Yes.” He
suddenly shouted; “Paris, we’ll see you again soon as lovers!” I lightly hit his back while
giggling.
In our quest of love, perhaps we have ended giving up and losing hope. Loving is
a journey to rediscovering ourselves and reconnecting to each other’s soul. Loving is
about being compassionate and kind to everybody. It is about providing us with all the
affection we deserve, the love we’re thirsty for, the love that makes us feel home. It’s a
powerful path to healing and development that only us, humans, can do. By ourselves
for ourselves. Loving is a super power which can transform our entire outlook on life and
bring the passion and cure you badly need. For you, who’s reading this my dear, do not
lose faith. Just pray to God always and He’ll help you walk on the right path on the way
to the right one for you.