I have a crush on a girl in France. Patrice. That is her name. She used to live here in Des Moines, in Iowa. Things would be different if she still did, I'm sure of it. I would talk to her a lot more, for sure. I would probably take her out to eat a few times a week- we might even go to movie or a concert.
But now, well, I don't care what they say- distance makes a lot of things harder. She sends me pictures- which is nice and I know she means well- but how many pictures of the Eiffel tower do you want to see? How many videos do I want to watch of tourist spots that I will probably never get to see? OK, Four maybe, but not more than that.
I have a crush on a girl in France, but it's complicated. It would be a lot easier if Patrice were here. Or if her sister didn't move in next door, which she did, a few days ago. Monique is her name. She tells me it's french.