There's something about every hard-to-impress, dearly cherished, parisian friend of yours turning to you in the first moment they find alone with you and announcing:
"What a wonderful man"
...after having exchanged a handful of syllables with David over the smooth expanse of a table in some random caf�.
"What an incredible person"
"You can see his greatness in his face when you first meet him"
"Such a beautiful person..."
Belly full of terrine de lotta, duck in pear sauce and petit pois and cr�pes with real chocolat dribbled across them, belly full and shoulders straight and the momentary silence of everyone in a meeting except me...
That everyone else can see how beautiful he is, is by far the warmest thing.
I will never stop telling you, David -- you truly are magnificent.
And ten out of ten parisians agree.
When the days are at their coldest, come back here and remember this truth.
Because now, there is no reason left to doubt anymore. Now begins the era of revelling in who you have become.