Chapter 11I stared out the window as the beautiful French countryside rolled by. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually in France! My mind began to drift off to my reunion with Arielle. I knew she still loved me. She had told me so many times in emails and in our Skype sessions. But would it be the same, just as intense as it had been during our first and last nights together?
She met me at the train station, and we took a cab back to her apartment. It was a beautiful place, I thought, made all the more so by the candles and flowers everywhere. She opened a bottle of wine to celebrate our being together again, and we sat on her sofa slowly sipping it, savoring it, as we also savored being close to one another again. I drank in the scent of her perfume, remembering that same scent on our la
