tonight we shared a last drink. tomorrow i start my journey home. soon i'll be in sydney and my thoughts will extend beyond him. soon i'll write about new adventures and loves and unexpected futures. in the last week paris and all else has fallen away, off the horizon. there is only him and us. i guess this makes me pathetic. oh well.
i waited for him at the carousel. he was late. i held in my hand a small bag with a sweet pastry inside. his favourite. a parting gift. i felt that it might even be nice if he didn't show up. maybe i would eat the pastry. but he turns up. i knew he would.
we return to the bar from our first night, exactly one week ago. this is us coming full circle, which he says is very Sophie Calle. this is us ending at the start. we sit at the same table, but i order a different drink and i ask that i sit against the wall this time. therefore, things are different. they have to be. another difference is the CD on the table, next to our last drinks. it's of sad girl songs and he made it as a response to my zine. we speak about michelle pfeiffer again. at some point two guys sit beside us and keep pashing across the table. i can hear their lips squelch, but i don't look.
i'm listening to the cd now. i point out that the last song is a favourite of mine and he says it's his too. of course it is. i quite like it when we disagree on something but it doesn't happen often.
the final song goes like this:
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