He looked away, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “A lot of things can happen in a year.” Tell him you love him, Daniella, tell him before it’s too late. Tell him that you love him and that you want him to come with you. Tell him how you want to kiss him every day and you want him to twirl the ends of your hair like he did in high school. That you want him to come to Paris with you, and experience love the way the hopeless romantic tourists did.
