Je n'ai jamais compris l'amour (English)

Chapter 2

He hated driving the car but there was no choice if he wanted to take her to Ladurée healthy and dry. When he moved by the store at the time of closing, she was ready to dive into the nightlife of the capital. Wearing an elegant white straight cut dress with French sleeve embroidered voilé emulating the fins of fish that surround her thin dress flattered her figure and accentuated her feminine curves. . When he saw her surrounded by flowers, he saw emerge a Venus from her shell, a Aphrodite, pure as the water that the Spring gave birth.

"Is something wrong? Did I not go well for the occasion?" asked Jeannette concerned about the puzzled expression of his companion.

"You are... perfect..."He didn't want to perpetuate the time and they came out to the car, to go to the restaurant.

The food was delicious, the Burdeaux excellent, and the tray of macaroons for dessert, tastier if it was.. But Francis was not paying attention to the food that were bringing and taking the pace of a slower camera .His view was fixed in the delicate line of the neck of the young, which caressed his earring distracted while the pianist executed a jazz solo, possibly any part without importance of Thelonious Monk . That neck of a Swann Princess, of an Assumption Madonna into heaven, was everything for him in those moments .He, who had seen the most beautiful things on the planet, which had suffered countless battles going on in front of him as the coil of a cinematograph, considered all that trash compared to the delicate curve of the throat of Jeannette . He sipped his drink, distracted. She smiled when she saw Francis look at her carefully

"In what are you thinking about, Francis?" she asked.

"Nothing... I was just walking the view for you. I wonder what kind of purpose had God when he made you down from heaven to this mundane city..."explained Francis smiling sincerely, because he really wondered.

"Maybe he wanted to find me with you and pay me a delicious dinner"replied the girl picking up her glass of red and bringing it to her lips.

"Maybe..."

"Remember me. I'm Francis. Damn it, Jeanne, do you not remember me, love of my life?! Why don't you recognize me?" It was like agonizing distress signals that Francis threw from time to time to her, between sighs of love who was trying to conceal, plunging into alcoholic red tides of his wine.

"Now that we know better, it seems somewhat out of place which we continue trying to use you, don't you think?"asked Jeannette posing her hand over his hand. Francis wanted to grab her, but he knew that that would have been very daring for his part.

"It's curious but once a woman exactly told me to change my treatment with her, because we already knew us better"said Francis feeling as the wine clouded his senses and glazed his diamond eyes.

"You said before that there was no woman"said Jeannette, trying to chop him, suspicious.

"And there's not. Not since long time ago... "The veil which separated dream and reality, was inexorably frying. But he could not scare her at that moment, because he was not sure that the young lady was the same Jeanne he met in the past, he couldn't lose her again.

"You said that you have never understood love." the florist smile to him with an innocent gesture "frankly I'm glad that you've wanted to share that with was she?"

"She was..."blessed Alcohol, you do that the drunk seemed the most honest mortal in the world."like you... I'm sorry, I'm a little dizzy..."

"Are you okay, do you want me to call a doctor?"asked Jeannette alarmed, but Francis reassured her.

"It's nothing, don't worry" he outlined a smile and massaging his temples, he continued.-was a sweet beautiful woman like the light of dawn on the countryside. And their eyes... those two sapphires of perfection..