One year ago I came to Paris, and thought my life changed completely. It was really new beginning of my life, but something I missed at the first days. 

I think I couldn't really live it with full live, because with my heart I was somewhere else. So my days were very boring - I was in the best city of the world, but on evenings I was sitting at my laptop, doing nothing, watching cartoons, and waiting when my lover will appear online. Then in January he came to Paris, and suddenly  - I remember this feeling - it was on the night of new year, when we all went to the bank of Seine, and suddenly I realized, that I am not in love with this man. He appeared so unfamiliar and even unpleasant to me... 

Next days I forgot about this feeling - as I was really ashamed of it, and finally on a last day he told me, he cannot give me what I want, and we cannot stay together anymore. That made me totally confused - everything inside me was screaming - its not you who is breaking up, its me who don't love you anymore! - but it was too late. he made me again addicted to him, and spoiled in this way my last days in Paris. 

So this is my stupid love story, and I still didn't recovered. I will never write about again, because its kind of boring.