'Il n'a jamais dit au revoir'
She sat in a chair on her tiny apartment balcony, sipping her coffee as she gazed at the beautiful city of Paris. The sun peeking over the horizon, giving the sky a gorgeous blend of pink, lavender and orange. The city lights still glowed below, along with the Eiffel Tower. The view was absolutely astonishing, the blonde adored mornings like this.
But, her mind was astray, focused on a certain piece of the sky. The lovely shade of lavender that spread across the horizon, such a beautiful tint. It was the blonde's favorite color as a matter of fact. The elegant tone reminding her of what could have been.
What she would do to see him again.
To touch him.
To kiss him.
To feel his hands on her once more.
The feeling of his lips lingered on every inch of her skin, all she could inhale and exhale was his addictive scent. Now all she had to savor was the memory he left behind.
She recalled how the night even began...
...
They met in a tiny cafe down the street, she worked there part time as a waitress. She was his server, and the blonde could tell that he wasn't from France. She always liked to advise foreigners about various things to do and see here, so she had asked about what he knew.
Turns out, he came to France every year for business trips. He even spoke French fluently, which made it a lot easier for her since English isn't her first language. Throughout the evening they chatted about various things, the blonde even sat down with him at one point, forgetting about the other customers she was serving.
After hours of laughing and talking, her shift at the cafe was over, and it was time for her to leave.
The blue-eyed beauty smiled as she remembered what he said after she told him goodbye.
"Marron, ne dis pas au revoir."
Don't say goodbye.
The blonde was confused at first, her mother always taught her that saying goodbye was polite. Maybe it was different for him, after all, all around the world they have different ways of saying goodbye. But then he explained to her why she shouldn't have said that.
"Ne dis pas au revoir puisque nous savons tous les deux que nous nous reverrons."
Don't say goodbye, when we both know that we'll see each other again.
Deep down, she knew that they would, and they did. They met again at a bar and she couldn't have been happier to see him. They drank and chatted through most of the night, he told her things about himself that she figured not many people knew, and she did the same.
The blonde found it very easy to open up to him, to talk about practically anything. She was comfortable around him. Soon, they both left the bar and he walked her home.
Now, she wasn't the type of person to kiss a stranger or have one night stands, but with this man, she felt it was right. She had kissed him at the doorstep of the apartment complex she lived in. From that point on, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
...
Early in the morning, she heard him get up from the bed. She knew he had to leave, he was a business man and he had many things to take care of. Just before he left, she felt his soft lips press against her forehead.
"Dors bien, ma cherie," he whispered.
Sleep well, my dear.
And with that, he left her apartment.
The blonde sipped her coffee as she reminisced some more. She missed him dearly. How she wished that he never had to leave, she wished he could've stayed here, with her. But, sadly, all things must come to an end.
"Il n'a jamais dit au revoir," she said softly.
He never said goodbye.
She smiled.
Because she knows he'll come back, one day.
Update: Just fixed a few mistakes in the French text! Enjoy! :)