Three days late to love

My Mom has always taught me that the good comes with the bad.

And love is the prime example of that.

The feeling you get when you know someone deeply cares about you, it's unmatched.

But once someone is done "loving" you, they hate you all of a sudden.

Love, one of the best things in the world, brings out the worst in people.

And when you're 3 days late to love, the roses are dead, leaving only the thorns.

The $2 box of chocolates is past it's expiration date, and so is that note that cute girl wrote to you.

Mom also said you get second chances if you're fortunate, but with love you're lucky to get the first.

Wandering streets with lonely faces

Everyone's always on the lookout for the new thing.

Is seems Paris is for old timers.

Whether it's San Fransisco, LA or Rome, it doesn't matter.

I'm on the outskirts of Paris, and every day seems to be a rainy one.

I occasionally see the faces of Courtney Rome and Jusy Korra, but they've kept up wih Paris much more than me.

I'm not sure what my next city will be.

It could still be Paris, or Buenos Aires or Wellington or maybe even Boise.

But just like Paris, I don't choose the city.

But whatever it is, I just want to hurry up and find out.

The thought of having to wait for 2ish months is killing me.