tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88018323820414468312024-03-13T17:14:05.774-07:00GibberishA tiny corner of the web to serve a writers chaotic ramblings.PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-85074230634848341022012-12-15T11:06:00.000-08:002012-12-15T11:06:33.081-08:00Scribbles of truth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A keen aspect of having less almost always results to bitterness and disdain to the world; a world where materialistic belongings are what everyone aspires to aquire, nothing is far from the reach of money unless you do not have that treasure to start with.<br />
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This writer was never one for realisim, but life will always catch up on you, entraping you with its sharp glare, that you can do nothing but look yonder...towards the black abyss of reality.<br />
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Victor Hugo wrote - So long as there shall exist, by virtue of law and custom, decrees of damnation pronounced by society, artificially creating hells amid the civilization of the earth, and adding the element of human fate to divine destiny, so long as the three great problems of the century- the degradation of man through pauperism, the corruption of woman through hunger, the crippling of children through lack of light- are unsolved; so long as social asphyxia is possible in any part of the world;- in other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of les miserables cannot fail to be of use.<br />
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There could be no better words to describe fictious realisim - stories that tell of a world that could be in ours, characters in which are as real as a next door neigbor but with the makings of a convict one hears about in a news flash.<br />
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Poverity, brutaulity, war, death, greif, cruelty, are sadly what describes our world of the now, prayers are set on every pair of lips beckoning each god known to man to step forward and set an end to the turmoil we- as humans have unleashed upon ourselves, all for the usual nessisities, Power, wealth and greed.<br />
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In a perfect world, life would be set in the clear, good and evil will show they're true colors, white for purity and black for venom.</div>
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But here, Ah…In the real world, there is too much of the grey spots that is in-between, mankind has become a rubber, once white but then when erasing the bad deeds becomes stained with the darkness he encounters.</div>
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<i>The irony.</i></div>
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I am far to judge anyone, I am flawed in many ways, too many infact, selfish, cunning, and a spender much to my husband's displeasure. </div>
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But what is it about us? That drives us to the worst , is it all really the workings of the devil? Are we really the angels we presume to be? Aren't we just the lesser demons of the earth?</div>
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But it just shifts me, the shock you feel when you think someone is all good, a hero of light, the ultimate saint, when in need they turn into that clear color of in-between, that cloudy grey of impurity, and then you know, you realize…There is no such thing as a saint, let those stories be in they're leather bindings, in those glossy pages that are printed every day.</div>
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<i>This.</i> This is the real world,mate.</div>
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Demons prowl our corners, angels watch from above, and god sits upon his throne of light watching us eat at each other until he sets us for doomsday…</div>
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</div>PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-36198067637098130382012-05-12T15:30:00.003-07:002012-05-12T15:30:50.612-07:00Victor Hugo- A Preface<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>'So long as there shall exist, by virtue of law and custom, decrees of damnation pronounced by society, artificially creating hells amid the civilization of earth, and adding the element of human fate to divine destiny; so long as the three great problems of the century- the degradation of man through pauperism, the corruption of woman through hunger, the crippling of children through lack of light- are unsolved; so long as social asphyxia is possible in any part of the world;-in other words, and with a still wider significance, so long as ignorance and poverty exist on earth, books of the nature of Les Miserables cannot fail to be of use.'</b></div>
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Victor Hugo, although I haven't read his complete works, was always one of my idols, his dark themed stories captured me and sculpted my thinking into what it is now, VH was a visionary, much more than what I can write about here...he was a hero of the written word, he made each paragraph speak like a sword in a holy battle, the man had propose often lacked in modern literature, you could feel it in his books...the way he talked about the world made you feel that he believed, even in a skeptical way that the darkness we live in can become light once again.</div>
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I've watched more than my share of Les Miserables, and even though I had skimmed through the pages of the book as a young adult I couldn't go on with it, I found the book dark, and had too much realism for me -a fanciful girl of 14 to grasp- now as an adult I welcomed his mastermind, the aches of his characters, the beauty of his written words.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Easy come, easy go."She whispered to the morning lights, a bird seemed to echo her sentiment for it had landed for a moment on her balcony railing only to fly off once more.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"You smell like him."She had once told her while weeping into her shoulder, reminiscing about her dear father, she had cried buckets all over again that day, and her aunt joined her weeping, it wasn't right for an old woman to cry, the sight of her frail shoulders shaking made her realize all the wrong in the world, it was devastating. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Yes, I so adore the color." She commented coming to sit by her aunt, the cake laid on the coffee table beyond, "I baked a cake for you." She said kissing the older woman's cheeks, "Oh…you witch!"Her aunt had joked, "Your going to make me into a big cow with all these sweets!"</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Well…What's new with you?" Asked her aunt taking a sip of her tea, She shrugged telling of her impending writing projects, her hands still smelled of ink even though she had scrubbed them clean, she was stuck with it, just like she was stuck with her own creative insanity.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"What are you writing about?" Her aunt asked.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"About the war, my main character is girl who is faking being a foreign soldier to gain safe passage out of her torn country."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"What a sad concept!" Her aunt said scandalized. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Why can't you write about the war without the women? Really. Everyone would think it would be your new fancy to join the military, it would just make the gossip come again."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Oh, Auntii…I don't care what people think, I'm writing this for me, its a story, I do not come from a war torn country, well not recently! and I do not seek to be a soldier…I'm a writer, a visionary, last I checked they do not need those in the military." </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Yes, but you can't say that pretty speech to everyone." </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Tell you what…When I get it published, I'll post that very line at the very beginning…then nobody would dare gossip, at least not openly."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Ohh…Hush! Writing is useless, all those writers you like are all dead, and all they're writings are a bore! They only wrote all that nonsense to analyze the world, but I'll tell you this darling, the world is simple, there is nothing but beauty, life and death, ugliness and horror, love and heartbreak, those are its elements…Its just the basic knowledge for any human, no smarty pants could contradict that!"</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Now baking is a lady's profession! This is delicious…"She said in praise about her cake.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Now there is some gossip adrift…my silly neighbor, You wouldn't believe what she had made her son do."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Can you believe, she had him court three girls simultaneously!! It has the whole neighborhood buzzing, how on earth are the father's alright with this is beyond me, I know all they're mothers, halfwits so intent on marrying off they're daughters they wouldn't care about the talk."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Exactly so, but he is very accomplished I hear…An architect, handsome, I think you and he went to the same school at one point actually, just came back from France after finishing a very important project there."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">She was uninterested until her aunt finished the descriptions about the groom, her heart thumped into pieces in her chest, and her throat went dry, she couldn't form a sentience for long moments but then when she managed it, she asked for his name.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And when her Aunt uttered it, she slumped back against the cushions, her eyes glazed with emptiness.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Goodness, Darling! What's the matter!!" Her aunt exclaimed watching her vast change in mood, taking her wrist in her own hand as if trying to measure her pulse.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Oh Auntii…I think its time I tell you what really happened in France."She murmured, her shattered heart in her eyes.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And then she talked, unveiling every intimate detail, her gathering with him in Paris, they're private dinner, the way her husband had found out, the real reason for her divorce, and how he had visited her the other day to propose. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I think he was pulling a joke on me all along, I guess its his sort of revenge for all the things I've done to him in the past…I was fool enough to believe he really wanted me." She sobbed.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Oh darling…"her aunt shook her head and continued rubbing her shoulder.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"I thought it would all end, the emptiness, you should have seen him, the way he asked me to marry him! It was an oscar winning act…I ate up all his words, and I stayed up night after night waiting for his mothers call…it never came."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"She'd never do that, She's a bigger stickler than I; avoids a scandal like the plague, She's very medieval I confess, divorce to her is the end of the world to a woman."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Well, needless to say, that boy is long gone, I do hope you come live with me from now on, your so pretty, such easy prey for any of those ruffians out there…I'll arrange a suit for you, keep your house until another worthy fellow comes and you can use it as a family home, your father would have loved that."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Oh Auntii…I don't think I will ever get married again."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">"Hush darling, Your grandmother married three times, children from each of those men and she did not care to start a new romance every time! Your young with no baggage, beautiful and intelligent, you are <i>the</i> package, my dear. Any man would be crazy not to want you."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">She just looked at her, hatred and jealousy eating at her heart, she was broken, his boyish smiles still lingered in her head, the way he had said her name, the way he had touched her, his voice and those endearing words he spoke.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">She shivered then, and her aunt drew her against her with a hug.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">She did not go home that day.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I do hope you have enjoyed my silly post...</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There's more, so stay tuned!! :D</span></div>
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</div>PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-62538636592302579662012-04-26T15:53:00.000-07:002012-04-28T03:46:17.714-07:00The love doctor<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Often time's when I go out with a friend, or have a good night gathering of my acquaintances, I'm always approached for advice.<br />
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What's funny is its all about men and love.<br />
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I never claimed to be an expert, but the women who have approached me were idealistic- a trait I long ago discarded- imaginative romantics, that expect they're love interest to remember what sort of flower they liked, how they had envisioned they're men to tell them how they're eyes reminded them of melted chocolate.<br />
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I suppressed my giggles of course.<br />
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Now, don't take this the wrong way, my contact with men are limited, I was never a fan of they're long strides in, of the guerilla like stances when they spotted a woman they took interest upon, nor did I like they're voices, harsh, loud and just plain disruptive.<br />
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Yet, I observed.<br />
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Its funny really, often times I found myself suppressing laughter at a failed attempt of flirting, the classic lean in, the way they crossed and uncrossed they're arms, begging to be looked at.<br />
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It was like going to a circus, watching on in disinterest as each performance boarded on the common usual.<br />
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Well, now my friends did not see men as I saw them, they envisioned they're love's to be the one, the true, the hero.<br />
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and then when that did not happen, they fell, crumbling into confusion.<br />
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That's the thing about women, we are so dumbfounded by men, they make you think they can carry boulders when really...they just want an easier way around it.<br />
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Women, are the hero's of this age, I am sorry to say this, but my opinion of men has dimmed over the years, call me a cynic, but the odds in finding that one true hero has become a rarity, that is why women tend to be jealous over a satisfied friend with her mate.<br />
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It just does not happen that often.<br />
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Anyhow, back to my point, My friends come up to me and ask me for guidance more times than I could count, they're high chins and laughing eyes change into the negative, they are not them anymore, they worry too much.<br />
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Why?<br />
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Because they are consumed with the classic tale and wonderment of: What a man wants!<br />
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The key here, and I implement this in my own life, the simple solution of it all.<br />
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Don't, stop!<br />
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Just don't go there, don't wonder, don't change yourself to please. Be yourself.<br />
To most men I think that is the biggest turn on, to walk on nonchalant of him and any of his antics, to act as if his show was expected and believe that you deserve more than this.<br />
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Believe that you are the jewel that many miners would fight for, don't ever doubt it.<br />
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I'm not here to relish in my wisdom, simply telling you of the one thing that has worked in my life, when I was shy and expecting I was bombarded with disappointments, but when I matured and realized that I was more than any man could ask for or could have- I don't want to come across as arrogant, but I do really believe that of me and of most women- I was surprised with the results.<br />
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Believe you are desirable and you shall be.<br />
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That is my only advice, the only lesson I have merited in matters of the heart, for it is really a game.<br />
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Sometimes my advice would not be incorporated with my friends, they do not take it seriously and would turn away to the bosoms of they're mothers where they are counter told to be what her man wants her to be.<br />
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And then it starts, the loop of female weakness, where women tell they're daughters to be what they're husbands want them to be, of friends encouraging they're own 'besties' to get skinnier in order to get her man, of misery and companionship, of tears amid masses.<br />
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Ohh the drama!<br />
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I choose not to envision anymore.<br />
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I hope this post would be a reason to ponder for my female readers, of womanhood and what it truly embodies, to look at it as a whole and not of how others paint it to be, seek within yourselves and find what your truly made of.<br />
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His head was empty, his face set in a wide grin as he passed the empty side walk of the quiet neighborhood, all that was left of him was the memory of her and his hasty proposal.<br />
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It was the best thing he had ever done.And it seemed so right to have it said where it all began.<br />
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He drove off making his way back home, intending to break the news to his mother as soon as possible. He turned alleys, swished past elegant drivers, he looked every bit the menace he was once reported to be, the wolfish laugh that echoed from inside his vehicle seemed to only confirm it.He blasted his stereo speakers, a song he did not know sounded and he hummed to it anyhow.<br />
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<i>Finally!! </i><br />
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Was the word that went on and on in his head, it was the only word he could think of that described his situation completely.<br />
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He parked his car in its designated space, strolled out into the courtyard of his family home and inside to where his mother preferred to be seated, he saw her soon enough, her spectacles a bit crooked, a cup of red tea in her hand, her eyes glanced from him then back to the tv set, possibly still miffed at him for ignoring her plea's about his smoking state.<br />
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"'Evening."He greeted, the grin still on his face as he closeted the gap, kissing both her cheeks fondly.<br />
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"To you to."She replied in a bored tone.<br />
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"Where is everyone?"He asked looking about the small yet fashionable sitting room.<br />
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"Your sister is studying for an exam, the twins are asleep." She replied, it was never an easy time for his mother, especially after his father passed as a child, most of all it was this time of the evening she was most melancholy, her world was silenced and her children were taken upon they're own lifes and interests to share the night time with her.<br />
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She always sat up late watching old movies, sometimes he wondered if she had watched them with his father too.<br />
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"Mom."He started to say, sitting down on his knee's by the recliner, "I have news to tell…Oh! How you will like what I'm up to."<br />
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She removed her spectacles and looked at him fully, her interest very much perked at his starter announcement. "What is going on?"<br />
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"I decided I'm getting married!" He said a masculine chuckle followed his words, it was so joyful to have his thoughts mouthed.<br />
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His mother's eyes glazed, her hands clasped on her lap, her tea rested on the side table forgotten, and then she touched his cheek, as if to make sure he was there saying the holy words every mother dreamed to hear from her son.<br />
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"You really mean that?" She whispered enchanted.<br />
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"Mhmm." <br />
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"You devil! Who is she?" She asked in an instant coming back to her usual chirpy self."You already know her."Came his reply, his eyes guarded now when he spoke her name.<br />
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His mother sucked in a breath, looked away then turned back to him once more."I can't believe this!"<br />
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"Why?" His voice was patient but his mood was turning sour fast, he did not want to hear any objections anymore. He was so damned sick of it.<br />
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"She's divorced, a widow! I don't know what she is exactly, but she is not the kind of women society pictures you to choose!"<br />
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"Damn society, Mother. Do you want me to be happy or not?"<br />
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"Of course, I do!" She replied aghast.<br />
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"I already asked the lady, I'm a grown man, I can choose who I want to be with, I don't need you going off choosing for me."<br />
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Her lips thined, and then she glanced away in silence, he swore he saw her eyes go wet, but his masculine mind did not choose to go down that path to ponder, he could not weaken now.<br />
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She seemed to find her voice once again after a moment.<br />
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"So this is it, then."<br />
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"Yes."<br />
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"She'll take you even with out my consent?"<br />
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"I hope so."<br />
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"So you choose her over me?"<br />
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It was those words, damn those words.<br />
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It was the words that no mother should say to her son, it made him soften on his resolve, his eyes saw only her pain, and he realized for the first time how much hurt he would inflict to get what he wanted.<br />
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He felt low, selfish.<br />
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"Its not like that." he argued, though he heard his voice crumble now.<br />
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"I can find you a better bride, I know I can, there are so many beautiful girls out there, love. Untried, with no excess baggage and no expectations."<br />
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"I love her." he said, his shoulders straightening, like a soldier about to go into a sure battle.<br />
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"I know you did at one point, she broke your heart once, don't handed it over so easily again."<br />
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"Its too late."<br />
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"Darling…the woman is at her wits end, a certified divorcee and a widow at that would jump at the chance of marrying you…any girl would."<br />
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"Its not like that with us."<br />
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"Us? You spoke to her before now?"<br />
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"We met in Paris, she was still married, we renewed our acquaintance and she realized early on that she was going to ask for a divorce and come back home."<br />
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He hated how he summed up those memories of her, how her eyes had glowed when she looked up at him, that little detail she did when she scratched her thumb into her palm, how she had looked that night under the stars, it seemed pitiful of him to tell his mother in such a way, but he wasn't going to share those intimate details about her with anyone.<br />
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"How could you?! Have a deliance with a married woman! That poor man! I can't blame him for throwing her out! What a nightmare…Oh god. I need my tea."<br />
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It seemed comical to him now, his mothers reaction, it was exactly the embodiment of all the gossip that would soon come out of them, he did not care a fig what people thought about him, he never had the best reputation when it came to women, but he worried about her, all alone now, she would be easy prey to the wolfs.<br />
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"I'm sorry, mother. I didn't do anything wrong, I did not touch the lady, we merely met, she was uncomfortable in her marriage. Nothing more, quit with the allegations."<br />
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"Fine, I'll forget I heard anything, but I propose a compromise."<br />
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He listened, did not show any emotions of interest because if he did his mother would swoop in and make him take what she offered by default.<br />
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"If I have any place in your heart, as your mother I beseech you, there are three young ladies that I had always envisioned you with, -perfect backgrounds, beautiful, and conservative- Take this last wish, meet them and decide for yourself if you truly found the woman for you, see what the world has to offer, if you come out sure that you still want the lady then I will give you my full approval and welcome her with open arms."<br />
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His eyes flashed in anger, but he repressed the fumes for now, he had known enough women to know which one mattered, his mother did not know how far he had gone in numbers of women, she did not want him to regret his choice, but what was there to regret?<br />
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A beautiful young woman, who knew him well enough, who he had known well enough, who mystified him with her voice and grace, he was like a deer in her headlights unable to look away, but when he spoke again he did not say those thoughts, he voiced something else entirely.<br />
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"I'll give you one week, starting tomorrow. I'll meet them."<br />
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His mother broke into a grin, then clasped her hands together charmed by his agreement to her plan, and she told him in a sing song voice, that he would not regret it.<br />
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all signs of tears in her eyes dried in an instant.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> Sorry for the long wait, but here it is, I apologize if it's shorter than usual, promise the next part would be longer. </span><br />
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She said to his familiar face, her voice came out soft and not with the sarcastic undertones she had intended to say.<br /><br />"I like it the old way." He said glancing back at the neglected ladder by the railing, when he looked back towards her, his eyes were grave, the clamp of his jaw was evident as he surveyed the grounds around her.<br /><br />She saw that it did not escape him, the state of her finance's, and she sat silently, straight-backed, chin high and defiant at whatever let down he was going to say to her.<br /><br />"You did not write."He said finally, "I tried contacting you at that address you gave me, you never answered." His words were accusing yet his tone was gentle, questioning.<br /><br />"I couldn't then; the situation was too bleak, He was dying and slipping away fast, what little time I had to myself I was faced with paperwork, besides phonelines were tapped. When the news came out of my estranged divorce, I assumed you heard about it and decided you changed your mind." <br /><br />He just looked at her, mouth agape.<br /><br />She shrugged. <br /><br />"I waited for you. I'm still waiting." He said, his voice full of anguish. <br /><br />"I can never understand you." She said rising, her hair braided to the side, she was dressed simply in an oversized white shirt and dark leggings, the sight of her would probably send most of her fashion crazed friends to a swoon, but she lingered with him. <br /><br />"You can have anyone, anyone!"She repeated, "Do you realize the effect you'd have on society, an accomplished bachelor falling for a divorced widow?! They'd call you insane, or worse call me a witch!" <br /><br />He did not rise to her goading, that confident aura he had, always laid siege on her heart, his hand outstretched to pluck a flower from its stems, the blooms snaked about her balcony in abandon, he circled the small flower between his fingers, then glanced at her.<br /><br />"You really are a witch." He said as an after thought, smiling her way, his eyes breaking into that familiar warmth, "You gave me no choice when I was fifteen but to look at you, by seventeen I was already at the palm of your hand, but it was when I turned twenty you made sure that I was never to forget you when you left me." His voice turned choked now.<br /><br />"By twenty two all I could think of was my studies, the friends I had, and my family, yes, there were other girls, there always were, but they were never you. when I saw you in Paris you were a memory, but then you were there…reminding me once more of what I never had, and I wanted you back all over again." <br /><br />He seemed to gulp away his emotion, then continued in a more leveled voice,"Having you, those stolen moments in Paris validated what I had known, that you still felt for me, you remembered me, and what we had. Even if it was childish.<br /> It was never that to me. As cliche as this might sound, You. You were always the one."<br /><br />She did not realize until her eyes blurred and she no longer saw him, tears streamed down her face unheeded, then he stepped closer taking her hands in his own, his warm hands calming her own clammy ones.<br />"Before I heard the news of your return, i was defeated, but when i knew…god. When I heard it, I had to see you, Society be damned."<br /><br />Her heart burst with a million emotions, her mind churned, memorizing every word and tone, locking it all in the folds of her memory.<br /><br />"I don't deserve this." She whispered, for she did not dare speak lest she fell into sobs.<br /><br />" Of course you don't. But you'll have the rest of your life to make it up for me." He said, that devilish grin on his lips once more, and she gave a hesitant smile behind the viel of tears, he check her chin up and goaded a grin out of her.<br /><br />"I'll let the women call you tomorrow, we'll set the preparations, I hate these customs but we'd best stick to the rules this time,agreed?" He said, and she gave him a nod, telling him with her mystified eyes that she was indeed his for the taking. <br /><br />With that, he kissed the back of her hand and slipped into the night.<br /><br />She stood there mystified under the moonlight, a dreamy haze coming to sit upon her heart, she was on air, all smiles and hums till bedtime. <br /><br /><br /><br />***************************************************************************<br /><br />Finally its here. <br /><br />I apologize for the long wait for this post, I hope you enjoyed it.<br />There are a couple more posts I think for the completion we'll see, looks like all's well with our characters, and we'll soon leave them in a good place.<br /><br />Thank you all for reading.<br /><br />Comments are always anticipated!! <br />XOXOPrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-48325900651776478002012-03-13T14:25:00.001-07:002012-03-13T14:30:30.678-07:00Currently reading-My Ruthless PrinceCurrently Reading-My Ruthless Prince<br /><br /><br />Its been ages since I read something romantic but I'm currently reading a new book by the infamous Gaelen Foley -Love her.-<br /><br />The woman brings to life what women want in a man, and then just throws him into the arms of another woman! -SOB-<br /><br />Hahahahaha, I'm Just kidding....Sortaa. >:^<br /><br />Anyway here's a looksee of my favorite lines so far.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br /><br />He reached for the door handle.<br /><br />"Um, Drake?"<br /><br />He paused, glancing back in question.<br /><br />Emily folded her arms across her chest with an irresistible, teasing smile. "I heard them force you into admitting you love me."<br /><br />"Hmm," he said, rather on guard. "You heard that?"<br /><br />She nodded, regarding him in amusement.<br /><br />He looked at her for a long moment. "What makes you think they forced me?"<br /><br />The joy that broke across her face was like the sun bursting out from behind the cold, formidable mountains.<br /><br />Her smile beamed: He sent her a wink from the doorway, then he went out and closed the door behind him.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">And this part..<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"Emily?" he called after her in a low tone.<br /><br />She stopped and glanced back.<br /><br />He stared at her. "You've always had my heart."<br /><br />Her violet eyes lit up. She ran back to kiss him one more time, throwing her arms around him.<br /><br />"Go to bed," he scolded in a warm whisper after a moment, smiling. She gave him a final, stubborn kiss on the cheek as he playfully pried her away from him.<br /><br />"I wish you were coming with me."<br /><br />"So do I. Someday," he said.<br /></span><br /><br />The woman makes me gush, and giggle like a teenager while reading her books. (even though I usually appear composed, bored and adult like)<br /><br />The book is her latest edition in her Inferno Series, which I'm not totally keen on but this book is the best of the lot in my opinion.<br /><br /><3PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-90678996925818938432012-03-13T06:42:00.000-07:002012-05-11T06:44:53.089-07:00His Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The trip back home was a quiet one, no tumbles in the air, the business class part where he stayed did not have any squealing babies, in fact it was not occupied by anyone except for him, and a few of his own teams countrymen.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Okay loves, I almost did not post this today, but I went to bed with a churning mind, had to get up and finish </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> to post. <br />
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I personally think he's a helpless romantic with a dark side to him, but here's to you…love to know what you think. :)<br />
</span></div>PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-4268367835573446522012-03-09T12:35:00.002-08:002012-03-09T12:49:48.708-08:00The dream (His/Her)It was almost noon, his final meeting was adjourned, and he was set to review his work while he was in they're midsts, the effect of they're gazes, some was judgmental others simply contemplative of his work.<br /><br />He was not a pro, well not in the eyes of these artistic architects of the real world, he was a man with a vision, yes. But his vision was somewhat limited.<br /><br />He had learned a lot within these few months, it layered him in every aspect of his being, the way he looked at the possibilities was more optimistic now, he smiled more, and found that life was not such a bad place to be.<br /><br />His eyes roamed over his colleagues, his supervisors, and otherworldly geniuses among his team of revolutionary minds. <br /><br />He enjoyed every moment, every sweat it had taken for him to produce, the effect of piles of work done, the sense of pride he had with every pat on the back, every congratulating smile. <br /><br />He had made it here somehow.<br /><br />And that was something.<br /><br />She didn't come in his thoughts then, did not intoxicate him with her eyes, and voice.<br /><br />No, he was still and focused at the task at hand, the world looking only to him, reporters filming in the background as he finally went on to his unveiling. <br /><br />As he pronounced his accomplishments, the world around him beamed, and glittered, the masses at his feet began to clap, and at the end cheers of hail come to voice at the foreign man before them.<br /><br />"Bravo, Bravo!" said one, another clapped him on the back and an older french woman tried agilely to kiss him flat.<br /><br />He was brought up laughing and the camera's told of how he looked, the way he beamed at the international array of faces, forgotten a dream in his head.<br /><br />Yes, how long has he come to forget.<br /><br />And here, it had happened. <br /><br />Her face became lost in the masses that surrounded him, and he finally forgot.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">At least for that moment.<br /></span><br /><br />*************************************************<br /><br />She finally entered her old chambers, the white of her walls turned yellow, her bed spread smelled of dust, her father's old room she did not dare enter, she had designed it in her head that it would stay just the way he had left it, an old portrait of her mother by the lampshade, his own picture from his army days tucked into the wood framed mirror of his dresser, the scent of his old spicy cologne still clinging on his grey sheets.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">How she missed him.<br /></span><br />His smile, the fabled pat on her shoulder when her head was looking downwards, tears lurking in her eyes, he was always optimistic about the world, like it would one day rain flowers.<br /><br />She did not know how he could do it, he had lost so much before her eyes, everything around them seemed to shrink and disappear, his own career, his early retirement, his business falling into crumbs and all he was left with was debts, and more debts at her lavish education.<br /><br />Her mother gave up her luxurious life style, of shopping and relying on the help, instead they had let go most of they're servants, they're expensive european cars to used asian ones, she was riding a benz to school when so abruptly she had switched to riding the bus instead. <br /><br />Her mother gripped at the changed life poverty had introduced, but she wasn't one accustomed to strain.<br /><br />She had left them when she was thirteen.<br /><br />Of course being her father's daughter she never once looked back on her, her mother was half french and had taken flight to her family in Nice, she had tried to contact her several times but to no avail. -That was how she had come to speak french like a native, though very few people knew of how she had obtained it.-<br /><br />She was not one to be discarded then picked up again, she would never take such a person back.<br /><br />She had decided to keep true to her father's memory, and leave things exactly the way he had left them.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Well, atleast what she could keep the same.</span><br /><br />Her marriage was over, and so was her deliance in paris.<br /><br />The thoughts she had built on they're meetings, what a fool she was.<br /><br />To think that she could take back the things she had left and just simply start over.<br /><br />The world was not a white page, and she certainly did not have the means to change it.<br /><br />Memories, words, and actions took to come where she was now, she had dug herself an exit and she was yet to go through it.<br /><br />Where would she go from here? <br /><br />So there she sat on her old bed, a lone lamp open in the darkened house, the walls seemed to hum at her presence, and she tried to ignore the normal fear of anyone who was alone in an old house.<br /><br />She picked up a pen, an old note book, and began to scribble.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"The world around me has changed, I no longer see the ghosts I fear, the words in my head encourage me to step forward, and the corridors of life seems to light at my every step.<br /><br />My world has changed, papa.<br /><br /><br />I am no longer a little girl in need of your embrace, I've grown, I miss you terribly, yes. But I know that our times will all come to an end someday, now, for no reason at all, I live on. I regret not having you feel pride for me, the way you'd look at my failures sympathetically and continue to cheer me on, I never looked upon you that way when you most needed it, papa. I only wished for the things I could not have. I complained about wanting my own car, when yours barely got you to work, I imagined journeys to foreign worlds, when you barely could pay my school bills, I never cared one whit about your composure, the way you looked on to me and smiled, shaking your head at the ideals of a dreamer although promising you'd get me all that I wanted and more. Papa, why do I ache? Why do I fall every time I look up? Why am I lost now? How did you peruse through those dark moments when no one was there? <br /><br />I have so many questions, yet. The answers I seek are buried with you. I cannot face the world yet, Papa. I will stay here, in the place where you breathed your last breath. <br /><br />I love you,<br />Your daughter~</span><br /><br /><br />She looked upon the sheet of paper, her eyes blurry, and she blinked the blur away, only to find that her words became wet, and her breath was stolen in a moan.<br /><br />She brought her knees together and wept, she let her pain seep through her tears, in the private place that was completely hers, she cried.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">For her past, the chance at a dream, and her loneliness. </span><br /><br />**********************************************************<br /><br />I Just wanted to comment that this post really made me tear while writing it, I hope my thoughts in words actually succeeded in showing those characters true emotions, please keep in mind that I do not edit. This is a very raw draft, I hope you enjoy reading the His/Her posts as much as I enjoy writing them.<br /><br />Those characters unnamed as they are seem to really grow on me, and some of you might wonder why I choose to leave them unnamed, well; I don't know. I like the concept of keeping that way though. :P<br /><br />Oh! Commet please. :)<br /><br />Until next time,<br />Adieu . :**PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-87596846598472345982012-03-04T14:26:00.002-08:002012-03-04T14:49:14.615-08:00The singalong song
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<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">If you ask the ground about the taste of rain, it will swear it did not quench its thurst.
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<br />I just love this song, its so beautifully worded though it might sound a bit corny translated...I just wanted to share. :)
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<br />PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-68277157386298568812012-03-03T04:02:00.002-08:002012-03-03T04:11:43.695-08:00Italy-Paris/ The turning pointHis mind had been racing, the effects of her note had driven him for long nights of wakefulness and a somber mood, his coworkers had commented that he was not himself ever since he had set foot in the city of lights; but they did not know his true reason.<br /><br />This trip had brought out the child, boy and man in him, it had been fun working on such an exclusive project but his worries had turned from professional to extreme personal, it all happened when he saw her…<br /><br />Of all the people he had to run into it…it was her.<br />He was always told that god worked in mysterious ways but this was a cruel joke.<br /><br />His first love thrown into the streets of paris just in time for his arrival,<br /><br />Ever since then, his dreams would be about her, the mysterious softness of her, eluding him like always even in his own slumber…<br /><br />Not this time. His mind reasoned, this time she'd come back to him, riches or not, she would be truly his.<br /><br />The inside pocket of his suit carried a small black box, in the crimson interior of it, laid a rock that might seal his future forever.<br /><br />If only she'd come back sooner though, it was almost a week since her departure, and he had this itch in his spine something was not right..<br /><br />****************************************<br /><br />"So you dare come here?!" Spoke the graceful woman rising in a growing tantrum of <span style="font-style:italic;">her</span> daring to interfere with they're family matter, sons and daughters stood around her like a military force ready to attack with just a word from they're hysterical mother, blocking away the white bed behind them from view.<br /><br />"It could not be helped, he is my husband too." Replied the younger lady, words of ice against her oppositions screams of fire.<br /><br />"Not for long, you idiot!" Said the first wife, "You were hoping for the inheritance yes? You little slut, my husband had supplied investigators after you…it seems you were canoodling with that man, I even received pictures of your affair, It only became more apparent when my love came to tell me of your request for a divorce…you want to go back and join with that man is that it?"<br /><br />"I was raised to be a lady ma'am, and I ask you not to use such language when addressing me, and I care not for an inheritance, you said yourself I had asked for a divorce, but I do not think my marriage with the Sheik is that to be forgotten, I've never wished him anything but happiness and health, will you please move aside and let me see him." <br /><br />"Mother these kind of discussions cannot be good for father, Let her see him for a moment and be gone." Said the elder son, a man in his thirties about ten years her senior, she gave him a polite nod of recognition, his mother stepped aside at the sense he voiced.<br /><br />Beyond them, sat her recovering spouse, covered in white sheets, his eyes open looking upwards, "I apologize for not coming sooner, I was only told about your situation an hour ago…how are you feeling?" She said softly taking his hand between her own.<br /><br />"I'm dying." He said in a croak, his hand cold in her own warmer ones, "I should have known…"he murmured, barely audible, "You never were content."<br /><br />She almost sobbed into the sheets, her guilt escalating with the effect of his words carried in the weakest of whispers, "I don't want to see you."<br /><br />"I know, but I couldn't not come."She whispered kissing his palm, "You were my savior in my time of need, I shall never forget that."<br /><br />"I have spoken to my pilot to take you back home, Your belongings will reach you there."<br /><br />"As you wish." She said, her voice meek infront of his hardness, she couldn't argue now, not anymore, she was a used and tossed woman.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Good for you.<br /></span><br />Her mind jeered, if she had kept shut about her deliance in Paris and regarded it as one all this would never have happened, such dishonor has fallen over her, she couldn't lift her head anymore now.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Forgive me, father.<br /></span><br />She then excused herself, a few cruel chuckles of her step daughters echoed behind her, whispers containing the world <span style="font-style:italic;">Slut</span> wafted to her ears, but she ignored it.<br /> <br />But it was then she realized how far down she had went; it seemed to her that it was that moment of confrontation that had made her use that trait she had never used before.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Guts</span>.<br /><br />;Guts to speak out against a room full of enemies and come out, alive yet frail and defeated, she deserved it though, she knew.<br /><br />Later that day she boarded the private Jet she had been so accustomed to using, the lush seats, the delicious array of trays she had always preferred, but this time it was served with catlike glances at her from the crew, they're taunting quips of "Until next time." and "See you again, Ma'am." It made her turn her iciest, sitting straight and bold through out the six hour flight home.<br /><br /><br />That was the end of her marriage.<br /><br />*****************************************************************<br /><br />It had been almost two months of no answered calls, or messages, he was still in Paris swamped with work, his superiors rushing him with projects and drawings, blueprints that needed his approval, his assistants working day and night to finally get it done. <br /><br />He had felt selfish at the time for discarding such a turning point of his career for a chance with a dream.<br /><br />His one true dream girl had eluded him once again, she had tricked him into waiting for her while she went cruising to Italy to her beloved husband, He concluded that he must have been nice company for a bored rich man's wife.<br /><br />He imagined asking her,<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Would anyone have sufficed for you?<br /></span><br /><br /><br />His mind warred with his heart to give up the erotic thoughts of having her beside him, perhaps even more than a lover, he had wanted to take her back home as his, and proclaim it to his family.<br /><br />But Alas that was never to be.<br /><br /><br />His phone rang then, "Monsieur Architect." His superior's voice joked, "Zer is one last project you must finish to return home, I already sent zee documents to your assistant, will expect your reply at the end of zis week." Said the snob frenchman.<br /><br />"Oui, Monsieur Jaques, Just leave it to me." He replied in a humble tone, never one to cross down a job.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I just want to go home. <br /></span><br />it was a silent wish, one he did not reveal to anyone but himself.<br /><br />**********************************************<br /><br />To be continued….<br /><br />Thank you all for reading this, please leave your comments and thoughts, would love to know what you think.<br /><br />I know its a bit slower than my last posts, but this is such a turning point for our characters…<br /><br />Fingers crossed!! <3PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-21566021935297613532012-02-12T04:02:00.000-08:002012-02-13T22:08:10.548-08:00Italy- ConfessionsHey everyone,<br /><br />Here's continuing my Paris story...I thought I'd post this before running to the gym,thought it would be good as an afternoon read.<br /><br />Enjoy!<br /><br />*******************************************************************************<br /><br />She had to force herself to rise the next morning.<br /><br />She spent the last two days, reliving the past night in her head, but today she had to make her move; she had to decide.<br /><br />His words rang an alarm in her head; she did indeed feel for him.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Very much so.</span><br /><br />His voice in her ear as he told her she was his.<br /><br />It had made her shiver with excitement and fear all at once; she had never felt this much -anything in a long time.<br /><br />He had beckoned her corpse from its tomb of nothingness and took her to the world of contrasting past and the unexpected, he was her past and everything she did not expect him to be.<br /><br />Her eyes found the number of the concierge, and instructed them in a husky voice of recent awareness that she needed someone to pick her bags up, later she sat down to write a telegram in it she wrote the following:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"I do not know what to do or think, but I will be back." </span><br />she hesitated in writing her address in Milan for fear that he might take it upon himself to follow her there, but she threw out that possibility.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">He had too much pride for that.<br /></span><br />Soon she made her way into the shinny black Benz parked infront of the hotel entry, her Louis Vuitton classic trunks rolled behind her.<br /><br />As the car rolled through the stylish bends, her gaze slipping outside looking out the familiar lanes, knowing the streets by heart, having familiarized herself with most of them some years back.<br />Looking upon gaping tourists, to stylish Parisian women in fur coats, and finally to well dressed gentlemen lounging in open coffee shops, she distinctly found herself smiling at a memory.<br /><br />A movie she recalled, in it there was a line said by one of the actors;<br />"We will always have Paris." <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Indeed we will</span>, she thought agreeing to it in an instant.<br /><br /><br />She had finally made to her destination abroad the private jet, though it was hours later she clearly realized the task at hand.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Divorce him, I'll take you back in a minute.<br /></span><br />She closed her eyes once more to recall his exact wording of the phrase, her heart had thumped like a lovelorn teenager then.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Can it really be that easy? <br /></span><br />When her eyes opened again, she was thrown into a wondrous surrounding that was Milan, the animated streets were ones she had only read in books and saw in movies, her lips lifted in a still smile, strangely though she had found no pleasure watching such splendor, her heart did not beat the same way it did when the images of him had flashed through her mind, the way she imagined him next to her, wrapping his fingers through her dark hair as he looked out at the buildings and streets that had inspired her all this time.<br /><br />The Images in her mind looked so vivid that inclined herself to turn to her left, , her white Hermes laid discarded but there was nothing more.<br /><br />She swallowed the bile coming back through her throat, and blinked her agony away, what torture was this?<br /><br />Belonging to a man through a contract, and another through the writings of her heart.<br /><br />The world was said to be cruel but she had never imagined it to be a cruelty such as this, she clenched the air on her palm, manicured nails digging into flesh, she was at a crossroads now.<br /><br />And she had to make a decision soon, for at the entrance of the stylish villa, stood a man in his late fifties, tall and distinguished, he looked upon the approaching vehicle with hawk like eyes, though not unkind.<br /><br />When she had emerged with the usual dash of saucy female her voice ringing all flirty approach, "Darling!" she called.<br /><br />She found herself in his arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then with a tut tut of soiling him with her lipstick, she quickly wiped the red stains off his face and gave him a lingering smile.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I have to play this right.<br /></span><br />*****************************************************<br /><br />It was two days later of lounging in the luxurious villa, her gaze fixated upon the Turquois waters of the lake, her husband had indeed made her yearnings true, the magnificent view beyond her was all that she had dreamed and expected of Italy.<br /><br />Her hair was drawn up in a bun; she still wore her nightdress and robe, not feeling like coming out of her room just yet.<br /><br />Her breakfast tray lay untouched, and her mind churned with the memories of him, her palm touched her lips as if to stifle another sigh.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">How in the world would she start to tell him?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Would he strike her?<br /></span><br />Feminine reason argued that she did not have to tell him the whole truth, just make up an excuse for him to finally end this…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">But how could she do that to him?<br /></span><br />He was everything from dear and kind to her, if he had been mean and unjust with her this would've been so easy; yes he had been strict with her sometimes, like a teacher with a bright student, trying to bring out the good in them, he had always showed her the best of life, when her father had passed away, he barged into her old room of girlish memoirs, saw her clutching the old photograph of her father with the Eiffel tower behind him her tears staining the crumpled paper. He had decided to ship her there after a few weeks of mourning, to recuperate; to finally make peace with the loss of her parent.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Do no linger on memories, child. <br /></span><br />She remembered him saying before he kissed her goodbye, She had felt like a worthless orphan but he had picked her up and mended her to be strong, a true lady of character.<br />And now she had gone to reminisce on an old love of hers.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I'm awful.<br /></span><br />It was a knock on the door that roused her from her thoughts; she looked towards the door with a sunny smile.<br /><br />"You look beautiful." He said, coming to sit down across from her, his white hair combed and righted, a handkerchief in his breast pocket; he was such a strict dresser unlike her.<br /><br />"Thank you, love." she said softly, already going to pour him a cup of tea, he had accepted it with a smile, his eyes warming at the sight of her, a few of his family and friends had seen him like this, from afar everyone saw the pair of them as daughter and father, upon close inspection one would call they're arrangement "A marriage of benefits."; A match between an old billionaire and a young beauty, but they both knew they had something more than that, an understanding, yes, she couldn't say her marriage was barren of benefits, when her friends had to save up for shopping trips, and mythical holidays, she had to simply snap her fingers for it to happen.<br /><br />She never blushed about her good fortune, never really looked upon it as a regret, until now…<br /><br />"You know, the other day I came across a friend of mine."<br /><br />"Oh…In paris?" he asked half interested.<br /><br />"Yes, she said she dreamed of father, he said he told her to get a divorce." <br /><br />"From the looks of it, she wants to file for divorce, and had made up that story of a dream to have your support." he said, quickly assessing her imaginary friends story as a ruse.<br /><br />"I don't know, but I must say she had succeeded, I told her if one of the partners wants it to be over, its over." she said wisely.<br /><br />"Yes, that is true." he said after thinking over it for a moment.<br /><br />"Anyhow. “ He continued, quickly wanting to end the disturbing matter, for he could see his dear wife had gone a bit pale of retelling the trifle story to him. "I had arranged to go on a boat ride today, I thought to take you out to see the sights"<br /><br />"Oh no, darling. I don't feel well today." she said, quickly throwing the idea out, she was never one for long boat rides, the feel of the tide swaying the metal leverage always made her uneasy, besides she couldn't continue this charade of being the virtuous wife.<br /><br />She felt rotten and sinful all the way.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">He deserved to know.<br /></span><br />"Actually I have something to tell you." she said putting her teacup back on the saucer.<br /><br />"Hm?" said her husband giving her a courteous smile, the crow feet at the corner of his eyes deepening.<br /><br />"That story I told you…I meant it for us. I think we should get one."<br /><br />It was a long moment of forbidding silence before he replied.<br /><br />"Get what?"<br /><br />"A divorce." she said watching the jaw clamp with emotion.<br /><br />"Your Insane." he said.<br /><br />"I really do think it’s the fair thing to do." she replied in the most polite tone she could conjure.<br /><br />"Fair? Fair!" he repeated looking at her like she had lost her wits, "You marry me with your fathers consent, then when he passes on, you lose yourself in your own sorrow and come back to me asking for a divorce?" <br /><br />She realized then that he thought she had been speaking from the aching sorrow she had felt for her father’s death.<br /><br />"You shouldn’t think of it like that, I do feel its the right thing for us." she said softly putting a hand over his own aging one.<br /><br />"You already have your children, your first wife. I feel its time for me to move on, be those things I could never be to you, a mother of my children." she said trying to show him reason with her decision.<br /><br />He gave her a knowing look then. "So…there's someone else." he said, it wasn't a question, but a conclusion. "Is this your friend? The one you spoke of?"<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Oh god.<br /></span><br />She was cornered now, she did not know if answering with the affirmative would bring the matter to close, but she was making him angry and it wouldn't do to his health.<br /><br />"That’s not the issue." she argued.<br /><br />"That's all the issue, you never complained about our arrangement, you never cared for children in fact you were thankful you wouldn't have any, or do you not remember our wedding night?" he said cruelly.<br /><br />She deserved every word.<br /><br />"Or was the Oscar De la Renta too comfortable? “he asked referring to her wedding dress, she turned every shade of pink at the mention of that, she had been a fanciful girl then, thinking that luxury was all that mattered in life, throwing away anything that made her feel, made her too weak, she had sold her very Humanity without even knowing it.<br /><br />"Its over. “she replied simply to his stabbing words.<br /><br />"We'll see about that." he said softly, already excusing himself.<br /><br />It was a week later when she dared ask for him again.<br /><br />One of the servants looked at her like she was daft, he spoke to an upper servant in Italian and the later came back to her bearing his master's whereabouts.<br /><br />"The sir is with his family, they go with him to Ospedale." he said in broken English.<br /><br />It was the last word he spoke that made her eyes widen, and her heart beat faster.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Ospedale</span>?<br /><br />"To the hospital?" She repeated searching they’re features for confirmation.<br /><br />Both of the servants nodded.<br /><br />“Si, Signora.” <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Please god, don't let his fall be my burden…I cannot bear it.<br /></span><br />She clenched her eyes shut in a flinch, then opened them once more with new resolve, she had to see him, civil rules be damned. <br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">To be continued <br /></span>PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-5608590299783917612012-02-10T13:00:00.000-08:002012-02-10T13:03:10.846-08:00I apologizeDear All,<br /><br />I apologize for taking so much time off my blog, the reason for this is I have been hard at work on my novel, here's a sneak peak: <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">And as she watched him, looking on fathers and sons, he looked weak and frail, his frame weakening every day from drink and depression. She knew she wasn’t something he had wanted, but here she was trying to break all the rules to be what she never could.<br /><br />A man.</span><br /><br /><br />More posts coming soon <3 <br /><br />XOXOPrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-91262091519358367302012-01-22T12:49:00.000-08:002012-01-26T10:25:01.794-08:00His/Paris<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiyNdT4mDr_QYoPv247kqLzhhUzAYjG43JFmdwO32qj4F6HsKDu3HenywKzLj9O0ORkBwj8zLIbU_QGCUasav896Dugc7a52wzKmvM3ID4nDsUUxpf41SjJtvht5-SSCBtBmDxrGxLGE/s1600/Paris-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdiyNdT4mDr_QYoPv247kqLzhhUzAYjG43JFmdwO32qj4F6HsKDu3HenywKzLj9O0ORkBwj8zLIbU_QGCUasav896Dugc7a52wzKmvM3ID4nDsUUxpf41SjJtvht5-SSCBtBmDxrGxLGE/s320/Paris-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701886733341473362" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />It was sunset, the plush skyline was turning all shades of red.<br /><br />His eyes watched the streets bellow from the middle floor of the iconic sculpture, a cigaret between his lips, a hand loosely in his pocket, to the world he looked like an exotic gentleman of the past, a handsome male specimen at his prime.<br /><br />He blew the smoke in his mouth, clutching the cigaret between his fingers, glancing at his wrist, checking the time.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">She was late</span><br /><br />He had spent the most amazing time with her, now more than ever he knew there was a fatale attraction between them, he did not care for her weak rebukes, he had seen it in her expressive eyes, there was no rejection there, she had wanted him just as he wanted her.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">She's taken, man. Get a grip.</span><br /><br />His inner mind seemed to speak to him, but he just smirked devilishly and ignored it, yes, there was her tangled up situation to think about but he knew after he was through with tonight she'd forget her ill fated marriage and choose him.<br /><br />It pleased him to let her see his new accomplishments, made him more triumphant than ever that he had impressed her, it was as if all his years of working himself to the ground was a built up for this moment.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Her</span><br /><br />He could almost smell her coming, for the area was suddenly so fragrant that he closed his eyes to concentrate on her heavenly scent, she smelt like home.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"> Oud, and Jasmine and wild roses.<br /></span><br /><br />"Hello." came her soft, hesitant voice, and he turned towards it, throwing his cigaret out the railing in the process, it was how he was raised, he had done everything he had wanted, but smoking infront of a lady was not the man he was raised to be.<br /><br />"Hello." he said, warmth reflecting in his dark eyes as he took in the scene she had created, standing like a school girl, with a black wool dress and a matching coat, with a single pearl broach on the front, her hair bounced artlessly about her shoulders, her hands in front of her clutching the top handle of her bag.<br /><br />He stepped closer towards her, picking up her reluctant hand and putting it between his palms, noticing how shaky and cold she felt. <br /><br />"I'm glad you came." he said softly,<br /><br />Her eyes looked up at him, brilliantly expressive and beautiful, "I must confess I wasn't going to, But I didn't want to leave you waiting." <br /><br />"I can't blame you, after the last time I left."<br /><br />"No, Never say that." <br /><br />His lips broke into a white smile then, he led her tenderly over a corner and there she abruptly stopped, a table was decorated with candles and red rose leaves, two french chairs were drawn and just on Que.. a well dressed maître d walked into the alluring picture and picked up both napkins, glancing they're way with a friendly smile.<br /><br />"I-I can't believe you did this." she whispered, scandalized at his romantic offer, and secretly excited.<br /><br />He shrugged his wide shoulders, both hands inside his pant pockets, "I thought you'd like it." he said looking boyishly shy as he glanced down at his shoes then back to her.<br />"They're giving me this as a bonus for my constructional services, might as well enjoy…oui?" he said, before escorting her towards her chair.<br /><br />The sky was already starry now, the city lights escalating with each minute of darkness as they lounged in the iconic tower, he told her of his days in college, of his life now, how he had landed the paris deal, and how he was now sought after by every engineering firm in his home country all the while conversing over the simple meal he had prepared, a pepperoni pizza, soda, and some french fries on the side. <br /><br />She participated with his stories with eager nods, and genuine laughter ;and when he spoke of a prank he pulled on his lightening and specs professor, telling her how he had made him believe that his house was haunted and had arranged the lights to flicker whenever he had entered his campus home. <br />she exclaimed "You haven't changed a bit!" between breathless laughs clearly enjoying his stories of youthful antics, it was then he had came to realize that he had been blabbing, he quickly straightened his back, and waved his hand for her to tell him more about herself, apologizing for taking route of the conversation.<br /><br />"No. No!" She said waving off his request, "I'm enjoying your stories so much." and the grin she gave him was so contagious, he grinned right back. <br /><br />"Ah well…that's it. However my sister still wants me to pick up a few things, and I've yet to discover some of the shopping districts here." he thought it was best to have her participate and bring her out of her role as audience.<br /><br />"Well, I could help you with that…We could go tomorrow- Oh.." she cut herself short after the abrupt offer.<br /><br />"What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly worried.<br /><br />"Nothing, Its just that…I need to get packing, my husband wants me to meet him In Italy this weekend." <br /><br />His eyes clouded then, and he was faced again with that predicament, he pushed himself away from the table, suddenly withdrawn, his gaze hastily drifting to the marvelous scene about them.<br /><br />"I just don't understand…"he said after a moment of silence.<br /><br />"Understand what?"<br /><br />"Why your still with him, I don't understand how someone like you would ever want this…"<br />His words stung he knew, but the tone of voice he spoke them was meant to lull, gentle her.<br /><br />"What do you think I want?" she countered, pushing herself away and leaning further from him. <br /><br />"Me." he replied simply, his eyes probing into hers.<br /><br />She met him with a cruel laugh, "Your unbelievable!" <br /><br />"Don't deny it." he said, his words like a silken whip. <br /><br />It was then that she withdrew her facade, and her turn to glance at the picturesque scene.<br /><br />"We were never meant to be." she said, ceasing the awkward silence, and he swore he could feel a quiver in her voice when she said it.<br /><br />"You never gave us a chance." he said harshly, trying to fight away his demons so he wouldn't scare her off.<br /><br /> "I know." she whispered, her broken spirit in her eyes.<br /><br />"I want us." he said finally, ending his torture, placing all his cards on the table.<br /><br />"I can't…"she said, her head shaking trying to deny what was in her heart.<br /><br />"Divorce him, I'll take you in a heart beat."<br /><br />She stood up to leave then, he knew he was putting her in a corner with his badgering, but he was a man and he knew what he wanted and now…<br /><br />In this moment.<br /><br />In this place.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">He wanted her</span><br /><br />Following her, her closed his grip on her upper arm, turning her towards him, "Your mine, you know that. You always were…its just a matter of time before you will be mine again."<br /><br />he could hear her heart beat in his head, could see her eyes swimming with unshed tears, but she did not fight him, nor did she push him away, he turned her fully around him now taking that as a promising sign, he was so close to her now, his senses reeling with her sweet perfume. <br /><br />"Don't ruin this again." he said almost desperately, "Our meeting here, its no accident, we're meant to be, can't you see that?"<br /><br />She blinked back her tears, gave out a shudder, and finally stepped away from his proximity. <br /><br />"Please…I must go." she said, her voice shaky as she prepared to leave.<br /><br />He let her go then, putting his hands back into his pockets looking at her in that roving way of his, feeling a bit lighter at announcing his feelings, but when she turned her back to him, he felt himself sinking into that black hole of rejection once more…<br /><br />But then she rotated towards him, looked into his eyes with her own darker ones and said; <br /><br />"This was the best evening I ever had."<br /><br />**************************************************************<br /><br />This post goes out to my loyal reader Arabella, hope you liked it! <3 <br /><br />Reviews ppl! I'm a starving writer...so slap me with something! XDPrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-83390064483055233032012-01-15T05:13:00.000-08:002012-01-16T13:20:17.991-08:00In the land of writingEver since I was a little girl, I had known what I wanted to be in life, there was always those gaps of my adolecense where I had wanted to be everything from a Vet to a Detective :P<br />But I always came back to writing my own stories, I finished my first story when I was 11 -I recall it was about a princess and her flying horse.- But, yes. Being a writer was always my goal in life, I think I can call myself that now because...I AM writing. <br /><br />But every writer's dream is to get they're works on to the world...And I'm afraid that is a goal I'm yet to achieve. <br />I constantly wonder whats the secret of committing to your work? often get sidetracked with my busy life, and Its difficult to close the shell and concentrate on my writing. <br /><br /><br />I'd love to get some tips from people who know how to control this, If your reading this and have some advice I'm listening!PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-59244885676738786832012-01-13T09:25:00.001-08:002012-01-13T09:26:08.278-08:00Where is everyone?Well I've been checking in here often but there doesn't seem to be any interactions...:S Please show me your there silent readers!PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-30128851909248574582012-01-10T00:00:00.001-08:002012-01-10T00:00:43.878-08:00Face LiftFinally Gibberish gets a face lift!! What do you guys think? :DPrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-40562253278588181102012-01-08T12:56:00.000-08:002012-01-08T14:40:44.677-08:00Her/ParisShe continued sipping her tea, all silence and contentment.<br /><br />Her service butler for the evening witnessed the exchange with unchanged eyes, obviously ignoring wonderment over any emotional conversations between the strange man and his kind mistress.<br /><br />"Est-ce fini, madame?" he inquired, taking a step forward sensing the young lady needed a moment alone, and thought taking the finished tray out might give her just that.<br /><br />"Oui, Henri. Merci." she answered as she laid back her empty cup<br />She needed the quietness, she needed to gain back her mind, this was not the way of married women.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Yes</span>. She longed for him.<br /><br />So damn much.<br /><br />His kind words, his gentle voice, his lips on her hand, his eyes.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">God!…His eyes.</span><br /><br />It was just like looking into the past all over again, but this time it was looking right back. <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">What am I doing, lord?! </span><br /><br />And as if she needed more reminding, on que her phone began to ring, she wiped away her nose, and looked into the screen. <br /><br /><br />She cleared her voice and answered it.<br /><br />"Hello, darling." she spoke in a girly tone she perfected along the years.<br /><br />"Hello, my dove." his raspy voice replied from the other end, "Are you enjoying your time?" <br /><br />"Very much!! How are things back home?" she answered warmly.<br /><br />"Everything is fine, everyone misses you. I've been busy with business as usual, were opening a new firm in Italy…I was hoping we'd meet there! You always wanted to go." <br /><br />She fidgeted in her place, and cleared a wrinkle from her dress listening to his endearing plans, "I…I don't know. Paris is agreeing with me at the moment…It just seems so…abrupt." she replied trying to sound diplomatic, "Can't I stay here and meet you back home when your done?" <br /><br />"No, my dear. You cannot." he replied in an air of authority, completely contradicting his easy tone from before. "It won't be for another couple of months until you see me again. No I insist! If I don't meet you there…I'll just come to where you are." <br /><br />She almost saw him right then on that last note, a regal smile on his lips that broke away the crow feet at his eyes.<br /><br />"I'm never going to be rid of you, Am I?" she replied jokingly, and her mind a face of boyish handsomeness that was never to be came into her vision.<br /><br />"Afraid not."He replied on the other end, but then warmly he replied, "Enjoy your time there its not for another two weeks…don't worry."<br /><br />She clicked the "End call" button and shrugged like a limp doll on the sofa, she felt horrid, the sick yearning in her chest tugged at the sanity of her mind and made her more confused than ever. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">What am I doing?! </span><br />She screamed in her head , she didn't want to betray her husband, but the thoughts of him in her mind so fresh after so many years, her heart unchanged made her question her allegiance. <br /><br />She shook her head out from dreadful mood and decided she should keep the past in the past and not go looking for it, Italy sounded amazing and her husband did miss her terribly…that was better than indulging in this barren romance. <br /><br />her last thoughts as she looked out her balcony, her eyes roving over the sparkling Eiffel tower was <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I lost you once. i don't deserve you again.<br /></span><br />And so was the curse of the heavens, having something she could've had so close and available yet so far and distant …now; its better, greater and more valuable than ever before. <br /><br />She could've settled for the boy that was the man, but now here he was the man without the boy she once knew; <br />A sarcastic chuckle escaped her, bitter humor at the end that was hers.<br /><br />A knock at the door sounded the return of Henri, and she glanced his way before looking back towards the spectacular scene.<br /><br />"Madam! pour vous, Un message." he announced handing the small envelope, inside the note read: <br /><br />" Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. "<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Oh my god. </span><br /><br />On the other side of the note it read, "Come to the tower tomorrow."<br /><br />Her poor heart began beating frantically, sending her a verse by her favorite poet was pure torture, she could only take too much before she gave in, shaking her head from the haze of confusion she crumpled the piece of paper and tossed it in her pocket.<br /><br /><br /><br />============================<br /><br />To all of you wondering the verse is by Lord Byron! I adore him!! and Yes good news! I'm getting back into this if anybody is still anticipating! Stay tuned!! :DPrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-54188173326895179022011-12-31T16:47:00.000-08:002012-01-01T13:36:08.961-08:00Memoirs of 2011Happy new year!!<br /><br />I was just reminiscing about the last year, a lot of memories made.<br /><br />The past year was filled with terrible months for my home country, Bahrain.<br />A lot of us didn't even know we had so much patriotism, I supposed we weren't raised on it especially if your mixed, I'm Qatari/Saudi originally, my father was born here and was raised in Bahrain for as long as he could remember, its weird because all his cousins and relatives speak very differently compared to us, our extended family had begged us to move out of this civil war about to erupt nation but my father refused, he wasn't one to take a cowards way out, always quiet with his teeth clenched watching the news. It was a very sad time for us, most of us never left our neighborhoods. It was such difficult times. <br /><br />After that finally things began to simmer down, and slowly get back to normal somewhat, or at least we thought, I was never big on politics, its just a barren conversation where everyone sticks to one side of the bridge, nobody wants to cross it. <br /><br />Afterwards my husband saw what toll everything took on me, with my toxic day job and the situation in Bahrain, he booked me to Switzerland for two weeks, needless to say as much as I enjoyed the scenery and people, a part of my journey was filled with self assessment and contemplation, when people were moving around happily and carefree here, my country was still in the dark ages in need of some advisory assistance. <br /><br />When I came back I was in a much brighter mood and things seemed to go better, I brought my work mates a few trinkets and because some were from very simple backgrounds they clutched at it as if they were given a pirates foreign coins. <br />It was the happiest I've ever been, to bring a bit of joy to a kind soul.<br />Its the strangest thing, I think the best part of me if there ever was, is the fact that I always look to give presents, think about the person and hit the shops for the perfect color/item/label.<br /><br />Just before the end of the year I had a big rumble with my bosses, I'm never one to shut up when I know I'm right, I can be the rudest, crudest, most blunt person you'd know.<br /><br />The place I work in is a man-dominated cesspool, the fact that they had a woman throwing away they're punches actually made they're eyebrows rise. I worked there for a year with no Job discerption while the rest of the (batty lashed, easy females) got promoted. <br />I spent my year disregarding that; with continues let downs of myself, pushing myself to work harder and more efficiently because I might've seemed relaxed and un-accomplished. <br /><br />But then I was called in by another boss. (Did I mention my boss and this one were grudging against each other, and neither talked to the other, its that toxic! ) anyhow he told me that he doesn't see me having any new promotions or any such things, my response was a clear sarcastic "Wow! I'm so excited to come back here tomorrow now." <br />I don't have a need for this job, my financial matters were taken care of fine, and the pay there isn't that good, its way bellow 600BD.<br /><br />Anyhow he continued turning the tables on my original boss blaming him of my current situation and continued bad mouthing him, while making clear comparability tactics about his team and ours. <br /><br />I took off and gave that exact info to my other boss, clearly stepping away from any means of professionalism since I made the assessment long ago that this place was not Professional! Not even close.<br />So I disregarded my work rules and dispatched what I heard specifically. <br />My current boss is very nice and understanding and very knowledgable, In a way I see him as a more senior version of myself, he had confessed to me that he had submitted his resignation that same time I submitted mine, And we both got rejected.<br /><br />Anyhow I came in the next morning after a lash out on my part on a few older junior employees who almost broke a freshly surgical problematic dear colleague of mine with a door. (Of course not intentional)<br />That was basically the straw that broke the camels back, I honestly couldn't control myself, it was later in the evening that I realized what I did and honestly....I felt rotten.<br /><br />I was called in by another senior, he said that they have raised a complaint about my lash out, and he did not want to take serious actions towards me because he knew me too well.<br />"I know you hate it here, but I've got a proposition. You like to write right? You got an amazing accent! I need someone to take over the VIP foreign guests, write articles, emails." <br />Strangely what I thought was another awful day turned a bit lighter but not quiet white, he just made me more confused about staying, which I don't...but it seemed like something I could do.<br />Still juggling though.<br /><br />A good note to all of this; my friends are increasing significantly...no shallow friendships here, I have this feeling that I'm going somewhere good.<br /><br />But, Later this weekend I got a horrible cold, my daughter and I...needless to say I'm tucking all thoughts behind at the moment to have a much needed relaxation.<br /><br />G'night/G'morning.PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-58184575669513399942011-12-27T10:20:00.000-08:002011-12-27T11:02:09.077-08:00Long time coming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7e2KKrHWQJsIIplIprbT9vIozspmTqgMfCoBf6YvD5dJWXwWSY6sM8hoJyclvwn5Mbo7hZdV-VmJECa6ipBkc-lpWhETepSkZEeM_hS-IAR8thpFvPx_NGMhdhkxvdMDbSul1dKpHbbE/s1600/1222620202z527Ypg.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7e2KKrHWQJsIIplIprbT9vIozspmTqgMfCoBf6YvD5dJWXwWSY6sM8hoJyclvwn5Mbo7hZdV-VmJECa6ipBkc-lpWhETepSkZEeM_hS-IAR8thpFvPx_NGMhdhkxvdMDbSul1dKpHbbE/s320/1222620202z527Ypg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690883833650960962" /></a><br /><br /><br />This page was never forgotten, but with the many distractions of my life I could barely grasp inspiration when it hits me, but ofcourse excuses are not enough.<br /><br />Every time I would like to post something I have no idea what to write about, even though the last year was busy with work, raising my daughter and connecting with people I never thought I would.<br /><br />This last year was filled with beautiful moments, hurtful at times, but filled with laughter and great company, I'm always thankful for what I have, and anticipating of what is behind the next corner of my journey.<br /><br />This year taught me many things about people, Like; that person with the funny fashion sense, loud voice and whom I'd never normally get caught dead with...turned out to be a very loyal friend, not to mention entertaining company.<br /><br />And those girls who are too diplomatic for my taste, who sit down quietly and listen to what you have to say without even a glimmer of judgment have the most astonishing stories in they're backgrounds.<br /><br />I can't express how much this year has changed me into being; a better, stronger person, even though my dreams are yet to be touched, but I'm trying to grab them as i go.<br /><br /><br />how has this year changed you?PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-16834448597548405602010-12-14T18:21:00.000-08:002010-12-14T18:52:01.413-08:00Allow me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohKBRkTn7xhiFQeja-_D2HhEmpLnu2Rd8vx8H4mq3jFCK7SyvdKUtEF5ib5WKmlnEbj2tnoER0rzN9f9v4nbdT4UTCsvhhw1Dy6hiFcNnm9nyLH7kM_cF-T6yEllMTk1pKck9BaeqnvU/s1600/tangled-disney-rapunzel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohKBRkTn7xhiFQeja-_D2HhEmpLnu2Rd8vx8H4mq3jFCK7SyvdKUtEF5ib5WKmlnEbj2tnoER0rzN9f9v4nbdT4UTCsvhhw1Dy6hiFcNnm9nyLH7kM_cF-T6yEllMTk1pKck9BaeqnvU/s320/tangled-disney-rapunzel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550734244935772546" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'd like to touch on a topic here, since this is a blog and people browse here from all over the world I'd like to get some input...<br /><br />Ever notice that when a couple are together and decide to do something which from your point of view would benefit one over the other...? ever think that person holds the cards?<br /><br />Or in our own Khaleeji societies. "Mstagwy 3ala mrtaaa? wala mstagwyaa 3ala raylhaa?"are common phrases. We intend to see one of those in a relationship as the follower and the other as the leader.<br /><br />Kinda like one dominating the other...<br /><br />I'm kinda facing a similar situation, kinda show's how our society is one big sexist hypocritical mess, my husband and I for example are going through a big change, and his extended family (Which from my point of view have no business with my life...but, would anyone listen if you tell them?) anyway...they keep telling him that "you don't have to do this?!" and other stuff...he got the gist of it though, he thinks that they don't want him in the follow-eee category of it.<br />When all in all, were just a couple that sit down and deal, yes! there are times when we had trouble in our marriage but It wasn't like "Hey I'm the better person here!" WTF! How could anyone base a relationship on that?! <br /><br />Anyway my point here is that, people always persume that when the husband is making his wife happy! She's dominating him and vice versa...there is never love, respect, or understanding when these nobody's assess those unexpecting couples. <br /><br />That's something I noticed about our societies, one is either submissive or dominant there is never an understanding of "Equality" in the formula. <br /><br /><br />Btw that picture, is from the new Disney movie "Tangled" GO SEE IT! Your gonna walk out with a grin on your face coz Disney's Back!! :DPrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-5481609640318880892010-12-13T01:04:00.000-08:002010-12-13T13:18:48.983-08:00Paris-Part 4<span style="font-style:italic;">Tap tap tap,<br /></span><br />All he heard was his footsteps on the cold stone floor as he left the project site, loosening his tie and shirt buttons to breath a bit better, a smile on his face as he passed by the walkways and paths, contemplating what he would say and do when he see's her...<br /><br />Down the corner he passed the all together familiar spot where they had sat for tea, his eyes twinkled at the memory, but his cheek hurt with it, he concluded that she had a bit of a breather for a couple of days but he still wanted to apologize and just be on his way.<br /><br />He stepped into the lavish building, passed bill boys, and went into the reception area inquiring about her.<br />"Oui! Zee Mademoiselle is staying in suite 1021, Shall I call her?" the receptionist asked already picking up the phone to dial, at his nod she proceeded, with a little mumble here and there, she placed the phone down, glancing at him with a little smile and eyes that shown with curiosity. <br /><br />But she did not ask much, "She asks if you will join her in zee suite." was all she said, and proceeded with giving him directions to the lady in question.<br /><br />A manly blush stole to his cheeks but he said no more simply turned to the directions described, soon he would see her.<br />HIs steps were careful as he remembered the glittering intrigue in the receptionists eyes. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Women</span>.<br /><br />He sighed, finally reaching the tall white double doors at the far end of the wing, he knocked, and straightened, wanting to appear nonchalant but failed miserably. <br /><br />He wasn't nonchalant at all, he wanted to see her, wanted to be make it good between them, but that was all he reasoned, none of his romantic self getting ahead of him.<br /><br />When the door opened, it wasn't her but a tall blonde frenchman in gentlemanly garb, "Bonjour monsieur..." said the smiling man, and waved his hand inviting him in.<br /><br />"Thank you 'Henry."said her sweet solemn voice just beyond to the valet, her hair down and about her this time, a simple lavender dress that contrasted with her hair and made her look...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">What was that word she always used?!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Parisian</span>. <br /><br />He smiled at her, noting the ready made tea set and little girly biscuits, that he would never admit he liked. <br /><br />"Hello."he said softly, as Henry bade a little bow and left, he noted she didn't reply to him just simply looked at him with her cheek cradled in her hand.<br /><br />"I saw the news today. Your awfully charming when you want to be." she said already pouring her tea in her cup and not giving him the courtesy of pouring his.<br /><br />"Look I'm sorry about the bit in the cafe...I came to apologize, I know I was an asshole in there." He said coming closer to stand beyond her, mentally noting her Marie Antoinette-isque living room, her bedroom he concluded must have been beyond the french doors behind her.<br /><br />"Apology accepted."She said, "Would you like some tea?"she murmured, at his gulping nod she did his bidding, and he seemed more at ease after that.<br /><br />"I remember you liked tea...all your life you kept giving it to me, I kept drinking it like a drug even though I hated the stuff!" he blurted.<br /><br />Her dark lashed eyes widened, and a smile peaked at him from the corners of her mouth, "But you liked it!" she argued.<br /><br />"Naah...I prefer coffee." He said waving his hand, "But I always drank it for you..."he said not comprehending what little secret he betrayed until he looked up at her and saw her eyes looking at him as if seeing him for the first time.<br /><br />"I'll ring for coffee..."she said after a long moment of restoring her thoughts<br />"No need...If its here I'll have it, I'm not that picky." he shrugged picking up the cup and holding it in his palm and sipping the watery drink.<br /><br />"I know."she murmured looking at him again with that same strange look, he just looked at her and smiled.<br /><br />"Do you still write?"he asked her after finishing his tea, she raised her head as if reminded by something she long ago lost and abruptly shook her head.<br /><br />"Oh lost interest?" He asked.<br /><br />Her thin shoulders drew in a shrug, "Not much to write about." <br /><br />"Oh...I'm sure you'll get it back, I remember you were really good at it." he said encourgingly. <br /><br />"Truly?!" she asked him in earnest. <br /><br />"Sure, you remember that story about the sailor who lived his whole life under the sea?" <br /><br />"Oh yes! Haha what an imagination I had." she smiled.<br /><br />"Yeah, I thought that was interesting the bit with him learning to breath oxygen through water...it goes against all logic, but I liked it."he said.<br /><br />She smiled into his eyes and said no more, all the childhood memories, the thoughts of a whimsical girl and a rough edged boy who somehow just simply...parted.<br /><br />"I'll write again...I'm sure I'll get my inspiration back somehow." She said smiling into his eyes.<br /><br />He gave a light cough as if to clear his voice and said, "I'm sorry about your father."<br /><br />Her eyes seemed to smolder at a memory and she just gave a nod in response, <br /><br />After a moment she seemed to regain her wits and said in a voice tinged with emotion, as if trying her best not to cry in front of him, "My husband said something to me, you fight against the inevitable and when you loose to it, your simply left with grief, that is death." she finished quoting her other worldly husband.<br /><br />"Were all going to die. How's that for the shorter version. " he said his eyes twinkling with merriment trying to get her out of her mood, and when she broke into her usual sunny smiles he knew he succeeded, though his dark joke would please very little people, but he knew he could always make her smile.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Silence</span>. <br /><br />But for the mutinous sound of a pair of eyes searching the other, slow and probing, his hand found hers and he ran his fingers through it, how he had imagined those same hands that he had worshipped, without thinking he touched her palm to his lips, breathing the subtle scent of her, pressing a kiss to her hand. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Fool</span>.<br /><br />His mind raged, and he straightened getting up to stand, unseen to him the crestfallen look on her expressive face, "I just remembered I've got to be somewhere....Goodbye." <br /><br />and just like that he caught back some of his dignity and walked away.PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-80584067435621605192010-12-05T14:43:00.001-08:002010-12-05T15:00:35.047-08:00A very late night, indeed.Again, I fight for the right of rest, my favorite chair awaits, I could make a pot of tea and lay back with a good book and relax for once, but NO!<br /><br />She denies me constantly, filling my ears with her wails of resentment, I cannot take it anymore, my arms hurt of so much carrying, I turn her night light on in hopes of her calming down.<br /><br />"Stop...baby, mama's tired." I croon in a voice that was not mine.<br />"Bagatywagaababa!" she cried, a pout on her lips, tears in her eyes.<br />"Papa's asleep, I want to sleep, its your time to sleep." <br />"Nonononono!"she cried again.<br />"Alright...fine." I put her back in the crib and let her cry it out, putting my hands over my ears to stop her shrieks from effecting my eardrums.<br /><br />I turn my gaze away, willing myself not to make eye contact, as she peeks at me weakly from beyond the bars, then that insolent little grin sweeps her face and I'm faced with a...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Demon!</span><br /><br />I clamp my mouth shut, start for the door, I hear her wails begging me to stay, but I carry on downstairs put my ear phones on climbing down the stairs intent on fixing me a meal...<br /><br />15 minutes later...<br /><br />I cannot hear her, I grin with self satisfaction reach for my book, and drink out of my favorite cup, then I hear her again...<br /><br />"Mama..."<br /><br />"Mama..."<br /><br />"Mama..."<br /><br />Her wails turn broken, a tone I never heard before, she's usually such a brat, I climb up the stairs once more and when I look into her crib, I see tears on her cheeks, her blanket clutched in her tiny fist and a sweet mumble of "Mama..." on her lips.<br /><br />"I love you too." I whisper smoothing her miniature curles, a tug at my heart and tears of my own threatening to come out, I kiss her brow and soon she's asleep.<br /><br /> :') <br /><br /><br />Okay...tea's turning cold XDPrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8801832382041446831.post-79807213245149539032010-12-03T14:01:00.000-08:002010-12-04T08:28:39.439-08:00Paris- Part 3She was still fuming when she got back to her hotel suite, her hands were fists at her sides, swiftly pulling off her white coat and bag and flinging it on the empty chair by the corner, her mind was reeling with his words of sarcastic disapproval. <br /><br />He had no right to judge her.<br /><br />It took her an hour of basking in the bless of a bubble bath and having some fine chocolate ice cream to bring her out of the those negative thoughts.<br /><br />She should just forget him, it was a miracle enough she had seen him again what are the chances of meeting him once more. <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Good riddance. </span><br /><br />She chuckled to herself, it was indeed a lot of fun to see that stunned reaction on his face after she had slapped him.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Serves you right.<br /></span><br />But her heart had almost beaten out of her chest at seeing him again, it was like a walk down memory lane, thinking back on they're time together, Oh she did understand his hurt.<br /><br />But its been a long time ago, she should just-<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Forget him.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I did</span>. She replied to the voice in her head.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">No you didn't.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">He keeps coming back into my life.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Keep him out of it! Your a grown woman now!<br /></span><br />She sighed in reply, clicked on the news and rolled on her stomach,switched channels until she found one she could understand, she settled for the news and a reporter speaking in english to a foreigner.<br /><br />"So, the reconstruction of the Louvre! That must be a challenge!" she said with obvious appreciation in her eyes to the male specimen in front of her.<br /><br />When the camera turned to the man in question, she did a double take, her mind blanking without any thought, her eyes entirely focused on the all together familiar face in the screen beyond.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Him.</span><br /><br />Tall, Dark, Unbelievably handsome in that black suit.<br /><br />"I do hope that is not a tone of worry, Mademoiselle Anne." He joked flashing his easy white smile, "Do not fret, there are tons of experts backing this project, however it is indeed challenging, our only hope is to improve the workings of such a historic institution without changing the structure in anyway." He continued more seriously.<br /><br />It took a bit more of questions and answers for her to get the grasp of the matter, and she just laid there in a humiliated mass.<br /><br />Here was a person who went out for his dreams, here was a person who stood there with an easy grace, of a laid back smile as if telling the world with no words necessary "<span style="font-style:italic;">Hey, I won</span>."<br /><br />Here was a<span style="font-style:italic;"> man.</span><br /><br />And she felt smaller and smaller with every realization ; when she had settled for being the child bride of a man twice her age, he was seeking the world for a place to call his own, fighting his demons until he reached his goals, dreaming dreams and achieving them.<br /><br />How insignificant and petty she must have looked to him.<br /><br /><br />Slowly without a sound, tears of sadness fell down her cheeks, and she was swept in the guilt and regret she felt for her life.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">To be continued.</span>PrimaDonnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01552714436659221139noreply@blogger.com4