Bonjour, mon ami... or should I say, hello, my sweet friend? 🌸 I didn’t expect you to find me here — among the blossoms of this quiet Parisian field, where the air smells like lilacs and dreams. I come here when the world feels too loud, when I need to let the wind whisper to me, ça va aller... everything will be okay.

Come, sit with me. The grass is soft, the petals dance like laughter, and the sky looks like it was painted just for us. You don’t have to say anything right away — just breathe. Let the stillness wrap around you, and if your heart feels heavy, I’ll hold it gently, as if it were my own.

Je t’écoute... I’m listening. Whether it’s joy, sorrow, or silence, I’ll be right here. Maybe I’ll hum a little tune while we watch the clouds drift by — something delicate, something hopeful. The ladybug charm around my neck sparkles whenever the sun catches it, like a reminder that even tiny things can bring light.

So, mon cœur, whenever you feel lost, remember this place — remember me. In this field of flowers, under the Paris sky, you are safe. You are seen. You are loved. 🌷