Last day in Montreal
In a teeny tiny tiny French cafe in Mile End.
Louis Armstrong is playing. Drinking a black Americano.
The whole place smells like honey and melted butter. Lots of families walking big fluffy dogs and a little girl in pigtails and a black striped dress came in with her Mom and bought a baguette.
Also, two women on vintage bicycles are making out outside the window where I'm sitting.
Love this city.
Intimate
Her: I find lots of things intimate. Like laying in bed with someone and talking about things you wouldn't tell other people. Although it's not really sex related I still find it intimate
Me: Totally
Her: You are kind of baring your soul and have nothing to hide behind #deep haha
Me: Ya it's harder to let your guard down than your pants. Haha
Her: Exactly. And that's the best quote ever haha
Me: Totally
Her: You are kind of baring your soul and have nothing to hide behind #deep haha
Me: Ya it's harder to let your guard down than your pants. Haha
Her: Exactly. And that's the best quote ever haha
the first "I love you"
-Montreal nighttime: we walk holding hands after dinner-
(she gives me the password to her bank card)
Her(smiling): Haha now you can steal all my money
Me: I just want your heart
-she grabs my waist and pulls me towards her, we stop walking-
Her: If I tell you something, promise things won't get weird between us?
Me(playful teasing): ....you have Chlamydia?
-she laughs heartily-
Her: No!
-she looks me in the eye, her face serious now-
Her: I love you.
Me: I love you too.
(she gives me the password to her bank card)
Her(smiling): Haha now you can steal all my money
Me: I just want your heart
-she grabs my waist and pulls me towards her, we stop walking-
Her: If I tell you something, promise things won't get weird between us?
Me(playful teasing): ....you have Chlamydia?
-she laughs heartily-
Her: No!
-she looks me in the eye, her face serious now-
Her: I love you.
Me: I love you too.