I think as a girl in love with the obvious (Paris) and in love with the other obvious (Love) you can't look at this picture and not fall in love. This is the picture perfect...everything. This hopeless romantic is 33 and I'm a Mom and I've never been married. I think my age has made me a little cynical with this whole marriage/love thing. I have had lovers, great boyfriends, some guys that I wish I hadn't dated, but I look back and I realize how much I have learned. And I still am.
Maybe my life is to experience different romances. Maybe the cards won't ever deal me a beautiful wedding to the love of life in Paris. Maybe I won't meet the love of my life until I'm 46 1/2. Maybe the fairy tales that we, as girls have imagined only happen to the lucky ones and to cartoon characters who wake up with perfect hair and have beautiful singing voices, while forest animals dance all around her and help her get dressed, and her story goes from lonely Disney character, to happily ever after in 1 hour and 15 minutes (coincidentally, the duration of my longest relationship.)
Maybe I'll be walking through the streets of Paris when I'm 80, looking back, smiling, content that I loved, and I was loved in return. Realizing that I did have a happily ever after, with life.
Or, maybe the fun part of life is not knowing what the "Maybes" will be.