My love for people never ends. Today as I strolled through the city in the sunlight, I fell in love with every french stranger that I passed. And I continually fall in love with strangers. Like always. But I wouldn’t give up this love for anything because finding those things in these people that I love is very profound and very beautiful. And sometimes it is difficult to let go of strangers, but part of the beauty is that they are unknown. They have their life and I have mine and we will only ever see each other once. We will live our lives and we will forget that we passed each other in the street or that we had a nice conversation. And though I cannot pin point what the attraction to this is, I know that it is a beautiful thing. To have the ability to love the way that I do towards something so minor in my life, that it is in fact never again part of my life, is something I will never give up.