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Abbey Road
29 September 2010 @ 01:50 pm
I thought I was ready.
He was yelling at me in French. Well, not yelling, but I could see he was upset.

Pourquoi fais-tu ça? Je ne comprends pas, pourquoi êtes-vous allé? Est-ce moi? Suis-je la raison pour laquelle vous ne voulez plus rester à Paris? Dites-moi, s'il vous plaît me dire. Je ne sais pas ce que c'est que j'ai fait de mal.

It isn't you at all.
If I could I would take you with me, but your home is Paris, you could never leave there, you said it yourself.

S'il vous plaît donnez-moi votre adresse pour que je puisse vous rendre visite, où que vous soyez. S'il vous plaît dites-moi, je ne veux pas d'envoyer des e-mails, s'il vous plaît appelez-moi, écris-moi, s'il vous plaît me dire quelque chose.

That is it, I don't want you to visit me, not now at least.

Tears were forming in my eyes
and I sat there on the couch, staring at the screen of my laptop for 5 minutes? an hour? I really didn't know, I was numb. Next thing I remember was Robin sitting next to me, closing my laptop and taking me into the kitchen to eat something. Nothing fancy, just a cheese sandwich, but it made me cry even harder.
Robin didn't say anything. He just sat there, opposite of me at the dinner table, pouring me some more wine. IT was kind of ironic to have a cheese sandwich with some wine, but it made sense at the time.

I guess I'm not ready at all...