An evening in Paris

You can taste the honey at the end. A half-smile on your face, still not believing that it could really stop here, end this way, even as you realize that it is.

Can one night, one encounter, really mean that much? Enough to change your life? To invade your dreams nine years later? But you believe, because believing means having hope. And hope is everything.

Revisiting “Before Sunset.” The most real romance story, or the most unreal? No drama, no declarations even, just a conversation you never want to end.

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