In a teeny tiny tiny French cafe in Mile End.
Louis Armstrong is playing. Drinking a black Americano.
The whole place smells like honey and melted butter. Lots of families walking big fluffy dogs and a little girl in pigtails and a black striped dress came in with her Mom and bought a baguette.
Also, two women on vintage bicycles are making out outside the window where I'm sitting.
Love this city.
I've never commented before but I love reading your blog. You sound like an amazing person :)
And I'm glad your gf said she loved you and you said it back! That's my biggest fear-not hearing it back
When is it too early to say I love you?
Hey there! Thank you for your kind words!Delete
It's scary to say, "I love you". If you aren't sure you are ready to say it you can show it instead. Little things often mean the most :)
Have a nice long weekend!