For one, he is 19.
He lives in Montpellier... where he has a "complication" he carries with him as a heart shaped charm on his chain.
He was here for a whole year, and we didn't find each other until almost the very end.
But I loved it. These past weeks we had more fun than I've had with anyone in a long time. We really liked each other. But it had to end. And it ended in the same great way it began (add a few tears here and there).
The past 3 weeks, I spent so much energy experiencing everything, that I documented nothing. I don't have much as far as evidence that the month of May really happened. Except for this picture. Thank God for friends with cameras.
I may never see him again, but still at this very moment I really do miss him.