Is love impossible?

IS LOVE IMMPOSIBLE?

Flames lit the house like the shimmering sun scorching any that lay in its path. Sirens cautiously circled the bustling streets causing chatter from building to building. That was the last I remembered before I ran. I kept running, fast, away from home. Away from my family, and away from anything I’ve ever known. I think I should start this abrupt story by introducing myself. I’m Lily porter, I’m 18 years old, and I’ve lived in the same boring place my whole life. Youd think I might have travelled? Nope. Anyway, my family aren’t good people; in fact, my dad just burnt our house down. That was my last straw! I mean, wouldn’t it have been yours too?

So, I ran, till my head started pounding and my sweat dripped of me like rain. After I caught my breath, I came to a fork in the road. One way said Paris, the other said Spain. So, I flung a bag over my shoulder and walked in the direction of Paris. I thought I could find love in Paris and boy did I need it. Had I taken the other path… well, that’s a different story. After a restless journey through the woods, I started to see light. I dragged myself towards it and immediately fell in love with Paris. The first thing I noticed (besides cafes) was a boy. He looked about my age. It was clear I wasn’t the only one taken aback because he said

“What are you doing on this side of town?”

I froze but managed to stutter

“I’m English. Lily Porter.”

“Ben Dumas. I took my mother’s last name.” Ben replied.

“I must go now; we could catch up later?” I replied in my most posh accent.

“Maybe.” Ben said giving me a kiss on the hand.

I ran up to my room (which had been suggested). Once I’d got there, I haled myself onto the bed that lay perfectly in the centre of the room. The walls were lined with books and photographs of famous people. I had just started to settle into some truffles (on the bed) when I heard a loud but Suttle knock on the door. I swiftly ran over to the door and slid it open.

“Bonjour.” Ben said whilst clutching a basket of pastries.

“Hello” I said, a bit confused.

“I brought muffins.” Ben replied.

“I see that” I smirked.

I let him inside and we got to talking.

“My papa is having a ball tonight. Do you care to accompany me?” Ben asked smiling from ear to ear. I chuckled before replying

“Sure.”

That night I met Ben wearing a silk purple dress. He took me by the hand and spun me around. He pulled me close and our eyes locked. I knew from that moment I was in love! And so was he.

19 YEARS LATER

We got married at the Eifel tower. We’ve got two girls. And that’s how I became in love.