First off, is it even possible to NOT have an instant crush on someone with an accent? I kid you not when I say that a dude could be a literal 1 on a attractiveness scale but the moment he opens his mouth and pronounces "three" as "tree", I'm bumping him up to an 8.5. Apparently I have a weakspot for adult men with an inability to produce the "th" sound, I'm easy to please, go figure! So this one is easy: ALWAYS GIVE LOVE A CHANCE. I don't know that I've ever heard of anyone say, at the end of their lives, that they regret having loved too much. I'm not entirely sure when society started to become so scared of feelings, so much that it actually became associated with the verb "to catch", as if it's something to be avoided like a cold. I advocate for catching all the feels like they're going out of style (because they are). You will never be younger or more free than you are at this very moment, remember that. You say you're worried about an impending goodbye but if you think about it, all relationships that you will ever embark on (with the exception of one if you're really lucky)...they all have an impending goodbye, an "expiration date" as you say, it's just not in the form of a flight time. So really what's the difference between a "normal" relationship and one with a foreign boy with a plane ticket and a visa? The difference is that with the former, we don't fixate on the ending because we don't know the exact date and time, we let ourselves be optimistic and we let ourselves believe in the best, essentially we let ourselves believe in love. Let yourself do that. If you read the Love Stories series, you'll find that most of these relationships started off just like yours, mine did. They are proof that when you find the right person, accent or no accent, you make it work; oceans, wars, race, and poverty can't keep lovers apart, an expiring visa is at the very bottom of the problem pile. What's the real problem then? The real problem is not exploring potential with a new person because in doing this, you risk not knowing what could happen. I don't know about you, but I'd much rather prefer to know the ending than to wonder "what if", the saddest two words in the English language (yes, I stole that from Letters to Juliet and yes, I'll leave that scene right below so you can watch it over and over again without judgement). Erase the what ifs, learn some sweet nothings in French and other French things...*wink, wink, nudge, nudge* and at the very worst, you'll come away from it wiser because every person we meet and love teaches us a little more about ourselves (and we are our own soulmates so that's important) AND about the person we might want to spend a little bit longer with (a lifetime if you want), even before you meet him (or her!). I know it's scary but I'll make you a promise. I promise you that one day, if you're one of the lucky ones, when you're an 80-year-old grandmother sitting on a front porch swing drinking sweet tea (or Southern Comfort neat if you're an awesome 80-year-old), you'll remember Lorenzo's secret lasagne recipe that he shared with you, Nikita's impossibly green eyes against a backdrop of snow, that summer in Spain with Santiago, and sitting next to fire with Timothée during a long December, and as you're sipping your hard alcohol, what will you do?
You'll smile. Because these are the memories that make a life.
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