Quoi d'autre

This isn't our last chapter.
There's always something else.

Always a B after an A.
Always a child after a ball.
Always an old after a new.
Always a parting after a kiss.
Always a shoe after a sock.
Always a happy after a sad.
Always.
Always a story to tell.
I'm going to tell this one.

The one about my trip to Paris.
When I learned and I loved
And I had hopes and dreams.
I dreamt the wildest dreams.
I hoped, I loved, I laughed, I cried.
I heard my heart cry.
It said, "Let me be heard!"
So I listened.
I didn't learn about Paris.
I didn't nessissary fall in love.
Instead, I found myself.
And that's the part of this story that matters.

Au Revoir.