three years ago me and my boyfriend met in Paris. He
celebrates the 20th of june, because that day we had our
cliché first kiss under the Eiffel Tower. I celebrate the
21st, because it sounds much better, combined with the
first day of summer :). He is going a little crazy these
last days, calling at the door with flowers, the next day
he paid a visit to Marcolini, where up to now only my
eyes had ever taken a taste. I enjoy the crazyness :)
