❝ 𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒅𝒆𝒆, I’m not supposed to be writing to you , so I am not writing to you. I must not meet you, so I won't suggest that we meet at the Jardin des Plantes, tomorrow at 5 o'clock. This place, where I will not be tomorrow, has the most mysterious flowers of Paris. You come from a country nicknamed the land of clouds and jasmine, We can count on the Parisian sky for the clouds, I'll have jasmine in my lapel.
So I will not say see you tomorrow. And I will not tell you that since I saw you, your voice and your face have not left my mind. ❞
𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕.












