Are you wasting your life with anyone else?

The person you met in the metro needs not necessarily be The One. But what if he is The One?
Are you wasting your life with anyone else? To live somewhere else and to work very hard for a job that you even do not really like?

You have to make THE choice.
This fucking choice.
Even if, you are afraid to have a broken heart after.

How could you survive, then? Are you strong enough?

These different choices are showing us how being young is not the paradise we are encouraged to remember, but a world of frustration, unhappiness and embarrassment. Apart from everything else, "my love story" is a reminder of the awful fact that all choices are permanent, to some degree. Life cannot be rewound and done over. I would qualify this as a grownup love story without any craziness.
Except to leave my parisian and comfy life.

I recently read, relationship experts estimate that the chances of meeting someone in your lifetime that you fully connect with on a spiritual, intellectual, and physical level are one in 2.3bn, making the geographic proximity of the soulmates nothing short of astonishing.

I am actually situated between the happiness to live my dream and the fear to have completly wrong. 

8th of December: 20 days.
2 months.
29th of March.