☆ ♥ anna and the french kiss ♥ ☆
I’m surprised by how much I’ll miss Paris. Atlanta was home for almost eighteen years, and though I’ve only known Paris for the last nine months, it’s changed me. I have a new city to learn next year, but I’m not scared. Because I was right. For the two of us, home isn’t a place. It’s a person. And we’re finally home.