She is from Paris, he from Nice. French students who
met in birthday party of friend of no one. Both of them were engaged in
relationships at that time and both of them didn’t expect to see each other ever
again.
Life put them through five different cities between three
countries and eventually they decided to settle down in Amsterdam.
Four years
has gone since they drunk till the sickness, flirted till the laugh and risk to
fall in love even though life seemed to part every feeling shared that night.
Do they regret being silly, drunk, out of control and
following desire of spontaneity?
After the night they first met she had a flight back
to Berlin. He had studies in Munich. They didn’t have mobile numbers, they didn’t
exchange more than mystery being attracted by each other eye look.
He sent her a letter, he sent a book...they
met again.
…And you already know the story.
/Maybe it is worth not to let go.Try a little bit, write a line…/
Agnes.
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