The most exciting part of these past weeks was simply being with him — all the time. Since he arrived, there wasn't a single day we didn't spend together, except when I had to go to work. Every other moment, we were side by side. And somehow, even doing nothing felt special because we were together.
For a couple of weeks, we traveled around some islands here in Bali. It was amazing. But honestly, our favorite thing wasn't anything luxurious or extraordinary — it was walking together. Just walking. Talking about everything and nothing.
There was one particularly silly moment that we will probably never forget. We had to move from one island to another hotel we had booked. We had already arranged transport, but when we arrived at the harbor at 10 a.m., we realized the boat schedule had changed due to unpredictable weather. It was much earlier than we expected.
So there we were, a bit confused, checking the map. It said the hotel was only 15 minutes away. We weren't sure if we should trust it… but we decided to just go.
That decision turned into an adventure.
We had to walk down from the beach, then up a steep hill — and the road just kept climbing. He was pulling his suitcase, I was dragging mine, and at some point I had to help him push his luggage uphill. We were sweating, exhausted, and completely out of breath — but laughing so hard at how ridiculous we must have looked. It was the kind of "this is killing me" moment… but in the funniest way possible.
When we finally arrived at the hotel, wet and sweaty, even the staff couldn't help but laugh when they saw us. Honestly, it was not the best idea we've ever had — but it became one of our favorite memories.
During that time, we also chose to stay somewhere very quiet, a place where we could truly slow down. We needed that peace. We needed that stillness. It felt like we were living in our own little world — almost pretending that reality didn't exist.
But deep inside, I knew reality was waiting.
He would have to go back to France.I would have to return fully to work.
We both knew we wouldn't like the moment when it all had to end. Being apart again is never easy. Seeing each other only through a phone screen, not being able to hug, touch, or simply sit next to each other — sometimes it hurts more than we admit. But we also know there are things we cannot change right now. We have our plans. We have our dreams. And most importantly, we have faith.
There were so many smiles, so much laughter, so many silly and joyful moments. With him, there is nothing to hide — not even our most childish sides. We embrace it. We love it.
On our last night, he cried. He didn't want to go back. He just wanted to stay with me. And even though my heart felt the same, I kept reminding him that his career and his dreams are important too. I supported him, talked about our plans, our future, and everything we are building step by step. Slowly, he became calm again.
Love is not just about staying together in beautiful moments.Sometimes, it's about being strong enough to let each other grow — while believing that one day, distance will no longer be part of the story.
And until that day comes, we hold on to our memories…and to each other. 🤍