Is it possible to stay right here? At the age of 21, in the middle of Paris; in my very very little apartment where I had all the doubts and questions on my mind about life, future, love, happiness? Is it possible to just stop the moment, hold it right here? Before the new year comes, before the first snow falls; before the lovers separate their ways, meet new people, separate their ways, get disappointed a million times and miss the good old days, but can't really go back there 'cos everything has changed? Is it possible to stop it right here, where all my friends have hope; where they are not torn apart or dead, where we do not have a terrible back pain accompanying us to bed?
Is it possible to ignore, reject, decline becoming an adult? Is it possible to have the rest of our lives wide open?
'Cos the best is not yet to come Patricia, it's all uphill from here.
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