Word Count: 325<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, it\u2019s fine. I think you should go. It\u2019s a great opportunity for your career.\u201d<\/p>\n

So I said. But what I wanted to tell her was, Please don\u2019t leave. I don\u2019t think you\u2019ll ever come back and I can\u2019t go there with you.<\/em><\/p>\n

She believed that I meant it, that I wanted the best for her and never gave a thought to myself, never a doubt about our relationship being strong enough to tether the worlds separated by thousands of miles. But I did have my doubts about how she would change once she got there. How Paris can swallow an artist and take over her soul. How beautiful she was and how I still couldn\u2019t believe that she loved me and how I was sure she would find someone who would be more her equal, who had the passion for living and confident bravado I really believed would set her afire.<\/p>\n

So she went. She called every night for a while and sent photos via email of the beauty of a city she was falling in love with. I could tell too, that she\u2019d formed friendships with a small group of other students studying abroad. And the man who popped into more and more of her pictures who she finally gave a name to: Andre.<\/p>\n

I tried to send love through the wires, across the ocean and into her heart. But my smiling face soon began to look goofy even to me. By spring I was sure she\u2019d moved on.<\/p>\n

Since I was so scared to lose her since before she\u2019d even boarded the plane, I had started to tape up my wounds, staunch the bleeding, from the very first night she was gone.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell great,\u201d I said, \u201cyou\u2019ll be home by the end of next week, that\u2019s terrific. The year went by so fast.\u201d<\/p>\n

But what I wanted to tell her was, I\u2019m in love with Lucinda. I didn\u2019t believe you\u2019d be back.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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