A Frenchman from Montreal and a California girl from New York met in Dallas last April.
On the 4th of July they met again in Queens and again in Marseille. It was love. Simple and true.
The Autumn turned to Winter and her insecurities weakened her trust and doubt entered his mind for the first time.
Snow came to New York and Montreal and her love softened and warmed them both but he decided his love was not enough to strengthen what was now a delicate vulnerability. He questioned everything.
They held each other in tears through the night and It ended this Tuesday morning in January in Montreal in the dead of Winter.
Spring will come soon.