(JOY)
HOSEA brought me back to Montmartre. The first and last time that we went here, we mostly walked. But today we slowly drove around in my father’s car. The windows were rolled down so we can feel the air outside. We revisited the places we went to before and talked about our experiences and memories about those places. We drove up the hill where the souvenir shops and art galleries were located but we didn’t stop to buy anything.
“There are places we weren’t able to go to before because. Want to see them today?” Hosea asked.
I smiled and agreed. I tried to be as cheerful as I can even though deep inside I was anxious. I want to enjoy this moment that I am with Hosea again.
We drove slowly because the street was narrow and in between lines of
