Love was learned in quiet rooms
Grades and goals, they took my youth
Every win felt hollow, every fall felt proof
That I was chasing all the wrong truths
So I built my life on lines and marks
Lost the spark inside the dark
But you came through the cracks
And lit the map I’d torn apart
When I’m scared of what I feel
You remind me love is real
No more hiding behind plans
You’re the truth my heart understands
So I’ll open my heart
Like a door left wide
Let the rain and the sun collide
For too long I’ve been un-opened
Now the light gets in
And if I break, then break again
At least I’m living

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A love letter to France

13th to 14th December 2025

LE BON MARCHE PARIS

24, rue de Sèvres

Paris 75007

France

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