As a writer, I enjoy traveling to places that inspire me. I write romantic fiction novels so I need to feel the romantic side of every place I visit. Last year during my holidays, I decided to visit Paris; one of the most romantic cities in the world.

My plan was to visit the Eiffel tower first, and then museums, art galleries, and other attractions later. However, when I got to Paris, it seems all I did was go to the Eiffel tower.

The mood there was one amazing experience. While taking the tour of the tower, I noticed a young man looking at me from a distance. No, he was actually flirting with me. And then just like that, he disappeared. I wandered around through the crowds but I never saw him again.

I spent the first three days of my trip just going to the Eiffel tower. Not that I was obsessed with the place, but somehow I thought that perhaps I'd meet him again and maybe even have a conversation with him. Nevertheless, that was not the case. To this day, I still feel like I should have given him a signal to come talk to me. Maybe, just maybe, this was my chance to meet the love of my life!