Our honeymoon did not feel like an escape, it felt like a reset. From the first full morning in Paris to the last quiet night before we packed our bags, everything moved with a kind of ease I had never known.
We explored the city slowly and deliberately. Some mornings we woke early, walking hand in hand through quiet streets before the city fully came alive. Other days we slept in, tangled in sheets, laughing about nothing important, letting the hours as long as they wanted. Paris became familiar fast.
We walked through the Louvre until our feet hurt, arguing lightly about which pieces we liked and which ones felt overrated. Canna pretended not to care about art, but I caught him standing longer than necessary in front of certain paintings, his head tilted, like he wanted to get it.
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