Something could shine within the forbiddenness of thoughts.
Love bloomed in longing captured in part by memories that could transport a woman back in time.
Even something as simple as shopping brought her back to him and that long vacation, they'd enjoyed together.
Every time she heard French anymore, it brought her back to playful conversations in Frecnch and the tenderest of kisses captured in part by those French words.
French had only became more beautiful once she had met him.
Michelle loved him and still did.
She could still remember when he'd asked her to come with him to Southern France.
Michelle could still see that white sand in her dreams and within her memories while she was awake.
She remembered that some days it was so hot that all they wanted to do was cuddle outside with the sun keeping them toasty warm.
Michelle remembered moonlit kisses and toes in white sand.
She remembered the secret escapes under water together and the long and playful shopping trips together.
Michelle remembered thinking that this must be what being married to Francis felt like.
She missed him and how perfectly they fit together.
Francis had always been older than her and while it may have not been a huge age difference, she'd grown up in love with him and was barely a woman when they took the that trip and barely a woman when they broke up.
She smiled sadly as she remembered all of that and the feeling that welled up in her even now.
He was the only man that she'd ever loved.
