Do not beg anyone to stay. The beggar you were then will become a ghost. The ghost will remind you of it forever.
Paris was an adventure. It was buying the perfect dress and smoking too much and always eating outside and making mistakes and crying with my friends for all that I had lost and was about to gain.
You press her into the crescent moon, you make love to her against the stars. When you look at her that way, she calls it Genesis.