In the beginning Love met a boy. Charming, sweet, romantic (in his own way) but not what Love was looking for. With time Love grew quite fond of the boy but moved away to expand her horizons. Throughout her travels Love always had fond memories of the time they shared.
Timeless
While traveling new and exotic places Love met many interesting people. Suave and debonair men who knew how to spoil her. Sassy and chic ladies she would befriend and confide in. Throughout her travels Love had experienced it all.
On one of her travels Love met Franco. Franco was older than Love and knew how to push her buttons. Scooter rides through Rome, romantic picnics in Florence, gondola rides through Venice, dancing in the rain filled streets of Milan... they did it all. Then they went to Paris. Big mistake.
Love woke up one morning and was craving an espresso. She went to a little bistro on the bottom floor of the apartment building where she lived. She had a lovely time. After several espressos, a scone and a lovely chat with the bartender Love decided to go home. As she opened the door to her flat she heard voices...giggling voices. She walked ever so quietly into the apartment and down the hall. The voices grew louder. She sneaked a peak into the bedroom and noticed Franco feeding strawberries and whipped cream to CAMILLA! Camilla was her "BEST friend". Love left quietly and returned home when she knew Franco would be gone. She packed her things and left...without even so much as a note.
The Affair...
Love had many many friends. She called upon her good friend Sasha and asked if she could crash with her until she found a place of her own. Sasha obliged and Love was on her way to mending her broken heart.
London is where Love would be when she met Colin. Colin the Irishman. Colin was a strapping young lad with fire red hair, sparkling green eyes and a smile that would pierce right through your very soul. Colin was an artist. He painted, sculpted, blew glass....he seemed to do it all. Their love affair was powerful and passionate. Colin was in the workshop one day when Love paid him a surprise visit. She startled Colin who sharply asked her to leave. Stunned she left and went to her favorite pub. Many hours and pints later in strolled Colin. Long faced and tired he sat alongside Love and tossed something on the bar counter. Love chugged the last of her ale and picked up the scrap. In her hand was the most exquisite piece of sterling beauty she had ever seen. An Irish wedding band Colin had been making during the hours they were apart. Love was speechless. As they looked into each other's eyes Colin said those magical words. Love, filled with so many emotions, said.......no. She explained she loved Colin but her heart belonged to another.
Love decided Europe was in her past. As she packed everything that meant anything to her she realized she had very little. All of Love's belongings fit into a medium moving box. She headed to the airport and boarded a plane for Rio. Rio was a place she had never been and was hoping for a fresh and clean start. She was well on her way.
Voodoo Love
Rio found Love in a new apartment overlooking the water. Breathtaking views and beautiful weather inspired Love to venture into the art of glass blowing. It is a hot and dirty job but one she loses herself in. Love, while in the workshop, was joined by an extraordinarily quiet man who was watching her every move. He said he was interested in buying some of her art. Intriguing because she had never sold her works before. He said she should start and knew the perfect place to showcase them. He insisted they "talk shop" over dinner. He knew the perfect place and told her to be ready by 8. With a bit of uncertainty Love agreed. Cautiously she told her new friend she would meet him at the restaurant at 8. Love, always being fashionably late, arrived right on time.... at 8:04 PM. She, in a beautiful sundress, met her new friend who....looked different. He, cleanly shaven, hair trimmed and combed into place, stood in the light with a glow she had not seen for quite some time. He was now familiar to her. An old soul. It took a minute to register but she remembered. As she looked into his eyes she saw that charming, sweet, romantic (in his own way) boy she knew all those years ago is the one who has shown interest in her art. They embraced and sat down to the most romantic and entertaining dinner. Laughter, tears, anger..... every emotion was shared that night. He never asked why or how. He didn't have to. She didn't feel obligated to explain. She wanted to. They talked for hours. Before they knew it the restaurant owner gently interrupted. Not to ask them to leave but to let them know the doors were locked and he was going to his home (which was upstairs). He offered another bottle of wine and bid them good evening. As the sun came up and the espresso was filling the room they acknowledged they should probably "call it a night" and get some sleep. Instead of going their separate ways they went to Love's apartment. He, a perfect gentleman, took the couch and she crashed into bed. When she awoke she wasn't sure what to expect. There he was, napping almost angelic like, on her couch. All she could do was stand in the doorway and stare at him. An overwhelming sense of calm rushed over her and she was finally at peace.
40 years later they are still together and in love more than ever before. Love had found her little amore. Love truly is a beautiful thing.
A Timeless Voodoo Love Affair...
1 comments:
What a beautiful story! Soaps are beautiful too!
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