Drew and Taylor never needed words to communicate what they felt, which was good because they didn’t speak the same language.

This story follows the romance of Drew Lindsay, a twenty-two year old archaeology student from England, and Taylor Laurenne, a twenty-one year old artist from France.

Drew never spoke a word of French, but still went on a two week vacation in France, and met Taylor. Drew was whisked away by Taylor’s features, Taylor’s eyes shined brighter than the sun, Taylor felt the same about Drew.

Even though they were from different countries and couldn’t even express to each other how much they loved one another, they showed it in different ways.

Every day, Taylor would cook lunch for Drew, Drew would show Taylor songs on the ukulele.

On Drew’s last night in France, they laid under the stars, They both sat with their backs to a really thick oak tree behind them, on a hill.

Drew stroked Taylor’s arm, and though they couldn’t tell each other how much they’d miss each other, they both knew in their hearts that it would be a long time before they healed from this.

Drew pulled out a phone, went to the contacts app and pointed to it, as to gesture Taylor to put contact information there.

Taylor took the phone and typed in a number, then put it away. They stared into each other’s eyes. They kissed on that hill in Paris.

The next day Drew would have to leave and Taylor would be distraught.

It was too long before they had both realized that Drew’s phone was still on that hill, they had forgotten it there.

Sure, the couple never saw each other again, but maybe those two weeks were enough to last a lifetime.