(continuation)
But when I had to leave, I left my heart in Paris. Belle accompanied me to the airport, and in a whisper we swore in love. I must confess that I cried when I left. I felt that he had left behind me.
The following times were passed in longing. We were exchanging correspondence, phoning, and at least every two months I went to Paris to be with her. I spent the weekend there. She was an extraordinary woman. He loved me as I never allowed anyone to love me again.
