He had never forgotten her, her long legs, full and shapely breasts and that silk off the shoulder patterned, colourful blouse that she wore on many sunny evening. There always was and always has been only one love in his life and he was devastated when he found out that she was dating someone else. He constantly remembered the long walks that they would take, the corn fields in which they both lost their virginities, and he wondered what had happened to her�..was she married, was she happy and had life been good to her?
Yes, he had found the piece of jewelry, but now , how would one go about finding her?
P.S Sorry I am not in France yet....LOL