Love is a beautiful thing isn't it, well for me, being single, I find it nice and sometimes not, like couples who "show their love too much" gives me an evil desire to cause, by all means, a divorce.
"Mrs. Chemaux, you have mail!" said the postman.
"Oh?! That must be Julien" said Sabine, excited.
Curious about what Sabine had received, I walked towards her with my chair to ask her what she had in her hands.
"Hey Sabine, did you get a letter?" I asked.
"Yes, it's from Julien, he sent me a poem" she replied.
"Hm... Can I read it?"
"Yes go ahead"
I took the letter that Sabine gave me, it was rather well presented with drawings and it had the smell of roses, I read the following poem.
Like you, I have faith
In our lawless love.
We are two voices
Still in turmoil.
Perfect happiness,
If any,
Fills me with peace
With you my beloved!
You are my haven of love,
Towards which I run,
Forever :
Enjoy your Love!
I'm satisfied,
You are perfect,
I am at peace
Always ready to love you!
It was a love poem, quite adorable, but I was confused, confused as to why a romantic poem was being sent to her. I made the remark to Sabine.
"Hm... It's a beautiful poem, yet tomorrow is Val's Day" I noted.
"Actually, today is our wedding anniversary and my husband wanted to recreate the day we met," she explained.
"Oh right? So you met through letters?" I wondered.
"Yes, we exchanged poems in college, I didn't know him yet, then when we met for the first time, I instantly fell in love with him," she said.
"It's a healthy way to celebrate a wedding anniversary," I said.
"And also embarrassing..." I thought.
"That's for sure..."
After making conversation with Sabine, I return to my desk, rolling my chair without looking behind me.
"*Whistles*, Watch out Leblouche!" Eric exclaimed.
I turned around, and I could see Eric with a pile of papers, and I walked towards him.
*PAF!*
The shock was sudden, Eric and I fell to the ground and a rain of leaves hit the ground.
"Rohh... Goda*mit!" Eric grumbled.
"Sorry Eric! I'll help you tidy up" I was alarmed.
Feeling guilty, I helped Eric tidy up the fallen leaves, while apologizing for the accident.
Back at home...
"Celebrating a wedding anniversary with letters, pretty interesting," I said, putting down my coat.
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Leblouche's diary
General FictionBetween everyday life and adventure, between funny stories and serious stories, between life lessons and those of school, discover the childhood collections of a diary found by chance by a man in his thirties. A captivating journey through the pages...
