DamnYouCupid

image source: http://picsart.com/i/157620478001202 It’s been a year since the invasion. The Nazis have been expelled from France. Soon, the war will be over, or so I hear. It’s excellent news. The troops are happy. They’re ready to go back home, back to America; the land of the free. I’m happy, too. But I’m not with them. I’m not ready to return to Philadelphia. I’m not ready to leave this place. Paris. It’s beautiful here. Even with all its broken pieces, all the damage caused by the Nazis, even with all the smoke, I still find it breathtaking.  But that’s not really why I want to be in Paris. It’s not why I’m hoping this war lasts a bit longer. It’s none of that. I don’t want to leave Paris because I’m in love. A damsel stole my heart. She’s called Maria. Maria Taliatha. I met Maria at a coffee shop. Café Du Monde. It’s down Rue de la Harpe, the cobblestoned street in the middle of Paris. It was a cold, wet morning, and I had nothing to do. Jean-Pierre, the s...