Dédié à mon parfait inconnu...: Bidding my farewell to my sweetheart...

Are you this man - unknown, uninvited, unexpected? Were you the perfect stranger in the suit, standing there, in the gallery - maybe smiling?

What could your eyes see? What was in your mind? Were you enjoying the view? What were you thinking about? Were you recalling something? Were you waiting for somebody?

I met a perfect stranger for the first time on Monday, January 16th, 2012, about midnight. They say sometimes, you're not aware of what you're needing until somebody else shows it to you; sometimes, you don't know you were missing something, until you happen to find it in a perfect stranger.

I dedicate this blog to my perfect stranger. Diego, Max, Jurgen - whatever your name is and whoever you might be, all I can say to you now is: «Enchantée. Thank you for meeting me, too. My pleasure.»

jeudi, février 23, 2012

Bidding my farewell to my sweetheart...

Dear Max,

Urgent matters demand my presence in London. I must apologise for leaving so suddenly and unexpectedly. Nevertheless, I'm sure you'll understand.

I think we should talk about last night. We could arrange a rendezvous when I'm back - that is, in case you're willing to meet me then and talk. (I hope you are.)

I'm travelling on board the RMS Queen Elizabeth again. Isn't her whistle a wonderful sound?

Have a nice weekend, darling. Relax and get all the rest you need. Until soon.

All the best,