I want to marry you !: LET ME TELL YOU OUR LOVE STORY (1)...

About Me

Location: LONDON, Bethnal Green, United Kingdom

I have been over-assisted and over-protected by loving parents in a safe and healthy environment. As a result I am still single and a very bad cooker. I remember my first kiss which wasn't really a kiss since I didn't know how to kiss. I remember this very skinny tall guy but I really hope he doesn't remember me ! I remember this summer love with Alex, and my best friend going out with him 3 years after. I remember Marc, Geoffroy, and Thomas, all ex-neighbours... all ex-boyfriends, all ex-lickings. I remember this Indian daddy's boy offering me this awful curtain with Piccadily Circus embroidered on it. I remember dancing with this fake blond-haired Spanish guy just to make the true black-haired one next to him jealous. I remember America and these 2 guys : one I was fancing, the other one I went out with. I remember Venice, the bridge, the night and the kiss with this Italian guy... whose name I can't remember. I remember this summer, playing and running after the boy I loved, before I lamentably fell on the floor... I will stop on this sad event which could be a good metaphore of my vain pursuit of Love.

Thursday, October 13, 2005

LET ME TELL YOU OUR LOVE STORY (1)...

You must wonder : "Why did this girl that I didn't know before ask me to marry her in Hyde park this 9th of October?"
Do you want to know How, When and Why did my love for YOU start ?
I think it is time for me to explain YOU everything.
Let's start the flashback...

Part 1 : I look at YOU
(This very day, I spied on YOU)

We are in June 2003, somewhere in Bethnal Green. It is 3.45pm. YOU are out, working in your office, or busy shopping in Oxford Street.
YOU don't know I am standing in front of your empty flat, more exactly kneel in front of your mail box hole on your entrance door. But what am I doing there?

I would like to apologize in front of the 31 residents living in the same building than me, and whom mail box I "opened" with my curious eyes.
I didn't know YOU and I wanted to know more about my neighbours.
I didn't dare to simply knock at your door. And to be honest... I found it more exciting to do it in this way.
The excitement of being caught by your eyes !
What I saw through these slots is a parcel of your private space. From this, I started to use my imagination to build my own version of the reality and create my own story about YOU.
You became the main protagonist of my fiction....You made me dream. Thank YOU.

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