Quiet Little French Girl. [h.s.]

Like A Fish Out Of Water; Fools In Love.

Good afternoon readers,

I have been most graciously persuaded by an anonymous source to write a short section for this blog; Now I know you're all probably wondering why I have been chosen - out of all the incredible and talented writers or bloggers - to contribute to this blog, well it's simply because that same anonymous source has forgotten about a little thing called a 'deadline' and has therefore asked for my help at the very last minute, I am also very aware that she is reading this so I'm obliged to do somewhat of a good job.

I was given free reign today to discuss something that I am passionate about, and after hours of agonising over what topic I should discuss with you all, I realised that the only thing I ever want to talk about was the one thing I hadn't considered. You are all probably well aware of the winding journey your host and I have been on, from adventure to adventure the majority of her emotions will have taken you on somewhat of a thrilling rollercoaster ride through thick and thin, and I am guessing I may have been mentioned once or twice. So I've decided to tell you my side of the story for a change, for once you will be able to see the depths of my affection.

It all started in the hallway between our apartment doors, I was just about to close my apartment door when I saw her jump up the stairs and start fiddling about with her keys, her back faced me the entire time but I was so sure that she was beautiful I would have bet my life on it, just from the way she held herself and the way those ombré ringlets swayed as she moved them from obstructing her sight - every delicate movement kept me in my trance, and as soon as she disappeared, I was hooked.

'Like a fish out of water', as they say.

She was my muse, my absolute obsession, there was just one simple problem that stood between us. I had no confidence whatsoever to go up to her and start a normal conversation; being the unimaginative baffoon I am, I had somehow convinced myself that taking her mail from our mailman and delivering it to her personally would be the perfect scenario, it was only until several months later that I finally realised the confused expressions of Odette and our mailman. She found my eagerness hilarious, although the thing she found most amusing was the look on my face as I pressed on the doorbell outside of her apartment and heard no noise whatsoever. That was the first time I truly saw her...

The first time I truly saw her eyes. The same ones that I have the privilege of seeing every day, the ones I wake up to every morning, and the ones I see for the last time every night. Those perfect blue eyes haunt me in the most wonderful way that can be imagined, every time she looks at me it's like taking a deep breath at the coast and smelling clean sea air, knowing that it is without a doubt one of the best moments of my life. She captivates me in every way possible just with those beautiful ocean coloured eyes, but they aren't the only reason why I've fallen in love with her - it's also the way she touches my arm as a comforting gesture, or how her eyes portray deep emotion when she's listening to me, or how she cares for every person in the community even if they refused to be cared for. She gives people their sense of hope, and reminds them of their purpose, Odette is the most wonderful person I have ever laid my eyes on, both inside and out, and I will never tire of confessing my undying love and pride of her.

I would like to confess that I am rather honoured. I am honoured that such a well loved person has decided to share private aspects of their life with me; Odette and I seem to have this unquestionable bond, and have done since we met each other, so much so that to this day we have never discussed the official nature of our relationship, it just happened. There was no discussion of if she would be my girlfriend, there was no discussion when we moved some of our belongings into the others apartment, there has been no angst or awkwardness. Everything just seemed to slot into place without discussion, and in all honesty, I think that's pretty amazing.

When Odette and I decided to move in together it was an inevitable leap, one that I think the both of us had wanted for a while but were always too busy to have the conversation of which apartment we would move in to, but once it happened, I started to notice all of those little changes that I think some couples take for granted. For example, I remember waking up one morning and Odette had already left for work, but in that moment all of my senses seemed to kick into gear, the bed beside me was still warm from where she had been lay, and the air smelled like her fruity perfume. I basked in it, in it all. Just the idea that the woman that I had fallen in love with had been lying next to me, her breathing peaceful and her heart healed as she forgot about the world. The thought of Odette peaceful fills me with happiness, of all the things I want to gain from this world that is definitely in my top five. I remember always finding her hair bobbles on the worktops, or smelling her favourite candle as I got home from work, everything was so new and perfect, and even now I never tire of seeing new things happen.

It's funny isn't it? How much you learn from another person; the extent of knowledge that someone can hold is astonishing and endless, I don't think I will ever learn everything about Odette but nevertheless I'm happy with what I know now. Nothing she could ever say or do could be wrong to me, whether we bicker, or squabble, or disagree on anything, she always finds a way to make me understand her way of thinking. She makes me see things from a different angle and uses her patience to introduce me to a thought I may never have considered before. That is another one of her gifts, patience.

When Odette moved in we both decided to create a joint scrapbook and individual memory boxes. The scrapbook has the usuals: cinema tickets, photographs, plane tickets, wristbands from the town fairs etc. However the memory boxes we jointly decided wouldn't be opened until an agreed date in the future...

Odette if you're reading this, which I know you are, I have a small confession to make.

The memory box that was given to you by your grandmother, is actually the memory box I have been making since I first met you. I didn't actually start it when you first moved in, I had started it months before that and knew exactly when I was going to be giving it to you. That day will be your birthday.

The memory box that you currently have in your possession contains two very important birthday presents, both of which I have been planning for a long time, admittedly I have been planning one more than the other. I asked one of our dear friends to take it with them to France (and I'm not naming names either) and pass it on to your mother, who put another present in there for you - she then passed it on to your grandmother, who then passed it on to you. And I know you're probably wondering 'but if this is my birthday present, then what is in Evelyn's memory box?' Well Evelyn didn't actually get a memory box, she got a simple box full of her favourite chocolate and sweets that was supplied and created by your wonderful mother, who alongside our friends, knows what your birthday present is. Don't be too hard on them my love, they were only complying with my wishes.

To all of you amazing readers, I want to thank you for being such an incredible support system for the love of my life. I honestly can't thank you enough and I will be eternally grateful for all that you've done. Until next time, and Odette, I'll see you at home. Have a safe flight.

Kindest regards,

Harry Styles
Branch manager, and admitted fool in love.

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- Pianogirl56