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Do you remember when… Chapter 11
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“My god, how can this place look so perfect, even the grass doesn’t look overgrown!” Tina was astonished at what she was seeing.
“I think the wildlife must have a lot to do with it T, so when you sit be careful you don’t end up sitting in a pile of rabbit poo! I don’t think for one minute anyone comes here to tend the place, which is why it makes it so perfect, that everything you see is nature in its purest and most beautiful form.”
They both sat down on the grass and laid back with their arms behind their heads, peace surrounding them, sanctuary washing over them as they remained silent, listening to the birds singing and calling their mate, the odd scurry of a rabbit scampering past and rifling through the bluebells.
As Tina was lying there she had never felt so relaxed and at peace within herself than at that very moment, this was definitely the right place to come after the turbulent emotional time that she’d had during the previous week, the secure loving family that she once knew, now changed forever.
Tina was lost in her own thoughts, going over the last few days, thinking about her relationship with her father, the questions of why he always treated her differently to her brother and sister now slotting into place, the answers now much plainer for her to understand, the connection that she had with her mother that neither her brother or sister had, now understanding that her mother saw her soul mate in Tina’s eyes, the man she loved and lost, the one thing that he left behind was their daughter, and she now understood the special bond that she shared with her mother.
She understood how lost she had felt without Bette by her side, the sadness washing over her as she recalled the hurt in Bette’s eyes as she pushed her away, but they had talked for hours and hours during the week, and they both knew the reasoning, and hurt as it did, there was no remorse, no blame, just understanding and the overwhelming feeling of knowing and it being a situation that forged their love for one another more securely than either had realised possible.
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Hey..Im trying to think of what this chapter conjures up in my mind….apart from the very obvious..its passion…and sensuality…..but at the risk of sounding like a complete mush!….my first thought was magical….it just has that certain something…Sharing a private emotion..or place, has to be considered a special gift…and you`ve more than created that in this chapter….And then theres the Levis!!!!..lol…Really beauitful…Thanks!
WOW… Thanks for sharing your beautiful vision of love. To LOVE cheers!
SWEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTT longer
God, you write so well!
Jo, you’ve got me reading slowly again. And it is not due to dyslexia.
I love this Jo…just love it!
Jo, where is this place? It sounds so beautiful….is it real? Do they sell tickets? Is there a memorial that says, ‘Tibette was here’? There was such a beautiful melodic flow of nature and emotion.
This as fantastic….zi love this and the third request…U r a very clever writer…there is no need to disable the rating…5 + all the way….
Wow that was amazning and beautiful, love it. Let see whats next, thanks!
That was breathtaking JB! Thanks to you, now every time I see a stained glass window I will be forced to imagine a picture of your “healthy obsession” in my mind. Your writing in exquisite; and this story is divine. More…please!
WOW!!!! The visual imagery was over powering. In my mind I could see the blue color of the sky, the green grass growing throughout the scene, the birds flying and singing to their mates, and the gentle breeze of the lazy afternoon. Then the beautiful visual painting within the churches walls of the two women’s arms wraped around each other as their soft lips join together. Bette’s levis to you is like Tina’s black bra is to me, an obession.
-You have an “interesting” concept of what a “healthy obsession” is, Jo! lol Once again, a beautiful union, filled with love. passion and vulnerability!
You write T&B to perfection, this was such a deep, and very beautiful written chapter, you peel away at the layers and as always your written word for these two characters is truly amazing. Thank you.
Hey Smasher (thanks JT LOL) – I just couldn’t start the day before reading this….and don’t worry mate, it IS a healthy obsession and we definitely share it :o)) I can’t find the right words to describe the feelings I’ve running throught me after reading this!!!!! Thanks mate, you know I love The Jeans :o)) and is The Look next LOL….
Bette, Levis, Temple! makes for a great story in my book. I agree 100% that there is something about Bette Porter in a pair of jeans, I mean the woman can work a business suit but she totally brings life to a pair of boring denims.
Wow! Breathtakingly beautiful! Your writing just takes my breath away! Thanks Jo.
i want to believe that this kind of love really exists *sigh* wonderful chapter
Of course my dirty mind was thinking, “OMG they are so going to defile the church.” ;) I think we all have a places or places where we can go and think and find peace. When I was in college there was a stone near the chapel where I often sat and thought. Then at night I could walk off to the right toward the rear of New Main and look out over the small town. The way some of the lights were formed seemed to spell the word “Joy.” But I have yet to find a place that’s totally private. Beautiful chapter, Jo!
I seem to find hope and the utmost joy in this post. Fantastic as always, Jo.
OMG….what a chapter!!!! You’re the best, but don’t let it get to your head LOL……see a talking Christmas dec. :o))
Don’t you EVER get cured for this little obsession of yours for a certain pair of Levi’s!!! It would kill us all! ;)… Jo, once again you had me! Totally and beautifully… But hey, this happens every single time, so… Thanks a million!