he did not really want to leave paris any more than i did. paris had not been good to him .any more than it had to me or anybody .for that matter .but when you suffered and endured things here .it is then that paris takes hold of you ...

honestly, i totally get it. paris has this weird way of getting under your skin, doesn't it? like, you go through all the ups and downs and somehow, it just becomes a part of you. i remember when i was there, everything felt so intense – the good, the bad, the ugly. but leaving? that was the hardest part. it's like paris just wraps its charm around you and never lets go. it’s not always about the glamor, but something deeper. hope you find what you're looking for, whether it's in paris or somewhere else. hang in there, mate!