If ever（假如，要是） the scene had been set, this was it.

A week in Paris. He is strikingly（显著地，突出地） handsome with his classic Californian good looks and a smile that could melt butter, and I am probably at my physical peak, with wavy¹ brown hair, bright blue eyes, and curves that could stop traffic.

Neither of us knew what to expect. After meeting on a humanitarian² aid（人道主义援助） trip in Central America, there was clearly a connection between us that we had neither time nor opportunity to explore. The fact that he moved to Europe the day after our return left us to continue building our relationship online through email and chat.

So as I flew across the Atlantic to visit him during my vacation, the possibilities ran wildly through my head. Friends at home had inundated³（淹没） me with notions that Paris is the city of love, and we would be fools not to be swept away. Pessimism⁴（悲观） reared its head, too, taunting⁵（嘲弄，讥讽） that I didn't really know this man, and for all I knew he was actually a monstrous⁶ human being I would be stranded⁷（搁浅） with for a week.

However, from the time I stepped off of the metro⁸（地铁，大都市） and jumped into his arms until the moment we tearfully said goodbyes at the same station, all speculation⁹ was forgotten and the natural flow of "us" prevailed（盛行，战胜） .

There were no impassioned kisses or nights of passion. But there were hours of conversation under the glow of the Eiffel Tower. Barrels of laughter over inside jokes that will never makes sense to anyone but us. Tears over the deepest secrets and pains of our hearts. Comfortable silences that can only happen in the peace of trust. Speculation over the future, our dreams and fears. Confession¹⁰ of our fears and failures. And reassurances¹¹（使安心） that we see each other beyond the facade¹²（正面，表面） and to the truth.

And as I returned to anxious friends waiting to hear stories of scandalous（诽谤性的，可耻的） Parisian rendezvous¹³（约会） , there seemed to be some hint of disappointment. No excitement, no scandal, no drama. As though（好像，仿佛） I had missed out on something.

Although our relationship did not progress or digress（离题） as I imagined or feared, I couldn't have written a more perfect story. No, I didn't walk away with（顺手带走，轻易获得） a lover, but I now have a friend who is dear to my heart. Who I shared an amazing week with, who holds many of my precious memories, and who knows me and loves me. How could I hope for more?

One moment that resonates（共鸣，共振） with me is of my last night in Paris.

Exhausted¹⁴ from a full week and dreading¹⁵ my departure the next morning, we collapsed¹⁶ onto the bed and looked at each other. His bright blue eyes softly pierced mine with a reassuring¹⁷ knowledge that he knew me, and I knew him, and this was good. As we lay there, I knew that this was right, and what was meant to grow between us had.

"Just friends" is not a disappointment. Sometimes it's exactly what you need.