Our day starts off early with a wonderful breakfast in the garden right outside of the kitchen. It is just some scrambled eggs, bacon and toast but it somehow feels like I am eating the fanciest food.

Being with Lex does that to me, we could be doing the simplest mundane things and it would be special to me.

That's because you love him..duh.

The remnants of summer are still in the air, but autumn is really working its way in. The color of leaves is changing and most of the trees have started to shed their flowers and leaves.

I put on some black skinny jeans and a light grey oversized cardigan over a white tank top. My trusted white Converse on my feet.

Alexander looks very yummy in blue faded jeans, and a black cardigan over a black tshirt with a pair of black Nike Air Presto. He folded and tucked the hem of the jeans at the bottom so his ankles peek out a little. It really brings out the color of the sneakers.

Once we're done we walk out of the house into the garage. Two Mercedes-Benz GLA vehicles are parked there. One black and the other one white. He just had to get two of the same car didn't he?

"Which one?", he asks, the excitement written on his face.

Boys and their cars.

The white one looks cool but I cannot deny the pull I have towards the black one.

So black it is then.

I point towards it and he grabs a set of keys hanging near the main garage door. I climb inside as he opens the door for me. Ever since we started dating, I have never opened a door for myself when I'm with him. Whether it's a car or a place. He always opens the door for me

This time I get to pay attention to the scenery around me. I take in everything as the car weaves its way through traffic. Paris is beautiful, seeing it on television or magazines does not do it any justice. Seeing everything up close is just an otherworldly experience.

Obviously the first place we go to is the largest art museum in the world. The Louvre is utterly beyond any of my expectations. Lex, who had planned everything ahead, bought tickets online for us. I am so entranced by the size and architectural beauty of the glass pyramid, I might just stay outside and not even see the interior of this place.

Alexander doesn't rush me, he lets me take my time digesting all of this. He has been here multiple times so I appreciate that he is giving me space to admire every single thing. But even though he has been here a few times before, it would actually take you an multiple human lifetimes to see all the items this museum houses.

Here's a perk of having someone who has been here before with you, You don't necessarily need a tour guide. I have my own personal guide right here.

We move swiftly from one exhibition to the next. I have the map with me just in case we get lost in this large museum. Taking a stroll hand in hand with me spitting out a few facts about the pieces and what I have learnt about them over the years. The smile on his face never wavers the whole time I speak, even though he knows most of this. He lets me talk to my heart's content.

My highlights have to be the Mona Lisa and seeing the Department of Egyptian Antiquities.

DaVinci and Mummies have been an interest of mine since I was eleven years old.

I remember being a chubby kid, who always sat in front listening to Mrs Prince talk about Egyptian culture, art and mummification. It stuck with me since then and I have never let go of it. It's made me watch every The Mummy movie, all of the one's with Brendan Fraser and the latest with Tom Cruise.

I have a subscription to National Geographic and I watch their channel as well for anything that has to do with Mummies and Egypt.

Which is why one day I hope to go to Egypt.

We see the a lot of artifacts which include the Crypt of The Sphinx, the Statue of Horus, the Colossal statue of Ramesses II and the Sarcophagus of Pharaoh Sekhemre-Wepmaat Intref.

Four hours passed so quickly and before I know it, were on our way out of the place.

"I don't wanna leave", I whine as we walk around the exterior.

He chuckles, "I can tell, I almost had to carry you out of there".

I huff a sigh. I really don't want to leave. We did not take any photographs inside but the memories are engraved in my mind.

"I promise we'll come back again", he pulls me into his arms as we stand amongst the sea of locals and tourists. People taking pictures, and keeping all their memories in their phones. While I stand here with the love of my life, soaking in the nice Parisian air.

The grumbling of my stomach alerts us that we need to have some lunch. We walk towards a nice restaurant and get a table from the one's outside. The city and people buzzing around us as we eat and watch them.

A walk around the city is exactly what we need after lunch. It helps the food go down and it clears our minds. I glance up at the man holding my hand and my heart swells up with love. Like when the Grinch's heart grew three times.

I love you, I mentally say to him.

We somehow found ourselves in front of the Eiffel Tower. I did not even realise that we had been walking for forty five minutes. The structure is huge and tall. I have never felt so small in my entire life.

"Do you wanna go up?", Lex asks.

I shake my head no, "I'm okay down here". I bite my lip and look at everything except him.

His hands gently turn my head to look at him, "You're afraid of heights". He states but I still warily nod at him as if he asked a question.

My acrophobia is something that I don't like to acknowledge even though it gnaws its way in my mind like some steroid pumped rat. I hate it and I used to be so embarrassed of it. Gigi likes visiting the amusement park and the roller-coaster is one of her favourite rides, she tries to hide her pity for me because I can never get on it.

She always tries to persuade me by telling me that I will be fine because she'll be there with me. I know for a fact that even with her holding my hand, my spirit will immediately leave my body the moment I sit on that ride.

How awkward is it for the girl obsessed with France but cannot go up the Eiffel freakin Tower.

"It's okay baby", his thumbs wipe away the tears trailing their way down my cheeks.

"Im sorry. I'm ruining this". I say as I compose myself.

He shakes his head, "No you're not. It's okay to be scared. I have fears too".

"Really? Like what?", I ask him my curiosity awoken.

His face holds a serious look. He stares into my eyes, "Losing you. Not having you scares me Rosalie".

This is a wrong time for me to blush. The heat rises and my ears start to burn, "Losing you scares me too",I find myself saying.

"So promise me...promise me that we'll keep each other and never let each other go", he says with so much conviction. His eyes begging mine.

"I-I promise".

He kisses me the moment the word leaves my lips. Our lips move in perfect harmony and the world fades away. It's just us in our bubble. My hands wrap around his neck as he lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist.

"Oui chérie prends-le", a voice says followed by some whistles and catcalls.

Embarrassed, I peer over his shoulder at a group of college kids around my age. Four guys and two girls who are having ice-cream. Their carefree smiles make me laugh.

We are in the city of love after all. This is probably something that occurs often for French people. Something that they see often, especially in front of the tower.

"We should go back", I say to Lex, who still has not brought me down. Our foreheads touch as we places a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Aren't you going to put me down?", I protest as he starts walking with me still wrapped around his front like some big baby. All we need is a Baby Bjorn.

"Do you want to walk by yourself?".

I mull over his question for a few seconds. The walk back is basically almost an hour.

"Nope, but I have an idea. Stands still", I say to him. He complies as he stands still, not moving a single muscle, I then move around like some spider monkey onto his back.

He chuckles when I finally settle on his back, "How flexible are you?" he asks.

I shrug even though he can't see, "Weirdly enough, I am very flexible even though I never made it to the gymnastics team in school."

"Mmmhh", the sound vibrates from his chest

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I've been to Paris many times more than I am willing to admit. Just like Rose, I am slightly obsessed with this city, the culture, the people and the atmosphere. But being here with Rose is beyond what I would have ever thought it would be.

With her, it's like the food has become more delicious, the people more interesting. I enjoy people watching like the next person, but with her around it is much better. More entertaining with her jokes and that smile of hers that brightens up my life.

Listening to her tell me facts about the artifacts and art pieces in The Louvre was just beautiful. She is such a pure soul, and old one too. Out of all the women I've dated none of them have the intelligence that Rose possesses. She makes me want to learn more and know more about the world and things in it.

My feelings for her intensify as each day passes. My plan was to bring her to Paris since she had told me from one of our earlier conversations, when she was just a girl that worked for me.

A girl that I felt a strong attraction to.

She had said that once she graduates the Louvre is one of the first places she would like to visit. I had to make that dream a reality, I could feel how much she wanted it. I could feel her passion for what she wants and what she believes in even when she was my employee.

An employee that intrigued me.

I sigh as I am brought back to reality by a phone call.

"Tommy", I say onto the device.

"Have you done it yet?", my sister's high pitched voice comes through the speaker, I pull the phone away from my ear.

"Dory calm down", Tommy says to her.

I am glad that they are together. He mellows her out. Isadora is a very hyperactive person. They balance each other out.

I clear my throat, careful not to make a noise as Rose is in the bathroom, "No, I haven't done it yet", I say gritting my teeth.

I work well under pressure. I take pride in that when it comes to business. But matters of the heart are different and Isadora needs to take her foot off the gas if she wants this to work.

"When are you going to?", she prods.

I roll my eyes, "Soon, I'll call you as soon as it's done. Now stop pestering me".

She giggles, "Okay fine, I'm just excited".

I know, I am too. Which is probably why it feels like I might crap my pants the moment it happens. "I've got it all planned out, so relax". I am saying those words to me more than I am to her.

We end the call just as Rose comes out of the bathroom. She has on one of my shirts which look huge on her small frame. I like her in my clothes. My sweaters and tshirts always look good on her.

"Staring is rude you know", she says as she lathers lotion onto her legs. The smell of lavender fills the room. It always reminds me of her.

"I'm admiring, there's a difference", I say as I watch her finish her night routine.

That smile of hers appears as she walks over to the bed. She snuggles under the covers. Her caramel skin is a beautiful contrast against the white duvet.

My hand caresses her thigh under the covers as she scoots closer to me.

"Thank you for today", she says as she looks into my eyes. I've noticed how she likes doing that, like she sees right through to my soul. I stare back into her pools of golden brown, feeling myself get lost in there.

"You don't need to thank me but you're welcome", I know she won't let it rest until I accept her gratitude.

"Good, now let's watch Netflix until we fall asleep", she suggests. Her smile so radiant as she grabs the remote.

I'm so lost in admiring her beauty that I don't hear what she says, "Alexander?", she pokes my cheek.

"Yes my love?"

"Is the DaVinci Code okay with you?", she asks with a grin.

Right...since we went to the museum today.

"Yes ma'am".

The night fades away as we watch Tom Hanks deliver an exceptional performance as Robert Langdon and the love of my life asleep in my arms.