Paris is a celebration. She is who I want to be when I grow up. She is confidence. She is a dance and a stride and standing tall. She is self-love and liberation. Over and over and over again.
And then London is the one I fell for and hard. People could see its spark in my eyes. I had no way to respond to its call. But how do you say no to longing?
Lisbon? Is the bad boy you watch with a side glance, you’re intrigued. You know you’ll see him again tomorrow and maybe again the next day; you’re not particularly yearning to see him but you’re curious. He has a more interesting younger brother- Sintra. He’s nostalgic, he’s good company, he’s more your type…Maybe. Interesting, but not comfortable. Probably very safe.
You’re not quite attracted to Lisbon. You can’t have a conversation with him but you can probably sit at a distance and listen to him for hours. Sintra would be another story. You want to branch out. You do want to know the family. But you know you have to go through Lisbon. And you don’t.
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