The ballet finished on time, at 9:45pm. My heart was racing at the thought of seeing
Nick for the first time in months. Three months, lots of emails and Skype conversations had led me to this very moment, in Paris.
People were still clapping away when I quietly exited my theater box. I was the first one to leave, that may have been a tad impolite (on premiere night) but I had someone waiting outside for me. Someone I hadn't seen in months. So I walked out of the opera house during the 3rd standing ovation.. my heels clicking on the marble floors. My legs were shaky and the stairs seemed to go on forever.
I finally stepped out of the opera house and.. more stairs. So I focused on not breaking my neck, and when I lifted my head up to see if I could spot
Nick anywhere... he came running up the stairs, straight at me!
{What follows may make you sick to your stomach, because it was straight out of a movie.
And even romantic comedies are not THAT good.}
He picked me up, we hugged, we kissed (clumsily at first because of the excitement) and we didn't let go for 10 minutes. I was shaking, I was giggling. We were kissing so incredibly passionately, it was probably too much PDA, even for Paris,
ze City of Love. But honestly, when you haven't kissed someone you really want to kiss in 3 months... it comes out a little strong when you do finally get your hands on them.
At that point, other people were starting to exit the Opera house as well.. and 15 minutes later, I realized there may have been a few people looking. "
Oh well, too bad", I thought to myself. When we stopped kissing, we hadn't even said "
Hi" to each other yet. We couldn't let go of hugging just yet. He asked, still shaking "
Sooooo oo how was the ballet?" and I just told him to "Shut up" and proceeded to continue making out with him for 10 more minutes.
We eventually left the opera house and he had borrowed his roommate's car to come to Paris. The car was double-parked in front of the opera house (a very busy spot of the city) for 20-25 minutes before he told me that he came by car. Once again, we thought "
Oh well, too bad". We drove around, found an indoor parking and walked back to my apartment for the night.
We shared wine and macarons (from
La Durée, so good!) together while watching a bit of tv.. and it was a perfect evening, finally together. The following morning, we had brunch on a little Parisian terrace at
Café du Centre, sitting side by side, hugging & holding hands. The food was exceptionally good.. and the company? Even better.
