During an unexpected work-trip detour, I found myself in Paris with a mix of happiness and surprise. Between meetings and sneaking glimpses of a football match here and there, I managed to carve out enough free time to wander the city of love on my own. Being back in one of my favorite cities was thrilling, yet a quiet sense of loneliness followed me. I couldn’t help but wish Pierre was there—he would have enjoyed the football match far more than I did. Still, this solitude revealed something important: sometimes being alone helps me cherish even more deeply the moments I share with the people I love.