One of my favourite French novels narrates about a young woman lost in the middle of Paris where her life takes a strange route as she follows her mother who had disappeared from her
life years ago. That takes her life in a strange complication of events which all end up with her having found a man who seemingly was as sensetive, refined and out of the world as she was which brought them together and twisted the plot of the novel.
Another French piece of art, called "Amelie" actually made me cry in the end, having pictured
the most romantic story of all ever filmed.
What do they both have in common? Well, me and my falling in love pattern, which was so beautifully presented in both of them. This certain pattern has also shaped my own fantasy of meeting
someone special, someone dreamy, sensetive, obsessed with something artistic, smart but
humble and romantic.
A beautiful pattern brought up by romantic dreams of sharing something very special together, something no one else would understand. Its a desire of having those special intimacy strings which are just there and none of us has to fake the real intimacy, which is just there when you meet the right person.
How does it make you feel to meet someone like that and be able to share THE SACRED without
the fear of being misinterpreted or judged?
Love and being loved is truly worth living.
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2 comments:
"Can i just say wow!", as you always say!...
Ahhh, the sacred moment. Impossible to describe to anybody wht it feels like to have met the one that "completes you completely". Something so special it scares you to death and yet it gives you such an inner force that you ask yourself "how come I have spent 90% of my life without it? How have I managed it?"
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