ELION

When I fall in love, I fall hard.

And that is a particularly absurd thing to admit, given that I have never once in my life been in love.

Not once.

Yet here I am, completely gone for one woman, discovering that I am apparently the kind of man who will move heaven and earth just to see his woman smile.

Who would have thought I had this much romance in me?

And maybe Paris is a little cliché. Maybe taking the woman you love to the City of Lights for dinner is the oldest romantic gesture in the book, but I couldn't give two flying fucks about it...