8 months ago today...

I stepped off a plane, got my luggage, and walked outside the small airport onto the street in Nice, France - and there was this slender, chic woman, wearing a pretty sleeveless blouse, tight jeans, and adorable little worn-out shoes, with bright green eyes and wild, soft, brown hair spilling across her forhead and over her shoulders, framing her heart-shaped face and making her look even more petit by comparison, and this shy little smile (I had no idea that she was incredibly nervous) - this was the woman I'd been writing to, chatting with, heard her voice in a video recording (speaking French), even seen some pictures of (I thought she was cute)...but when she smiled at me, the most beautiful woman I could imagine, maybe I knew even then that my life was changing forever. Morgane, mon coeur, je t'adore.