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Tina in a thousand cities – ch.2
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Formerly in ch.1 :
She must not guess how I feel about her, that would be desastrous : no doubt she would immediately run away from this gay neighbour of hers – or she could even prefer to move somewhere else and, oh poor me, I would lose the only ray of sunshine in this one-side lovelife of mine: her presence. This so marvellous smile of her, this laugh I’d recognize in a crowd of thousands, her so obviously warm and endearing personnality, this stunning beauty I’m so terribly enraptured by, this unique charm that makes each priceless second spent next to her – above all in the elevator’s slow journey ! – such a gift…
God, how I love her… I love her, I love her, I love her ! How sad it is that I cannot express it anywhere else but on the screen of my laptop…
(…)
I put myself so totally in this new book of mine… It takes all my forces to achieve it, but I have to. For my own good. To free everything I could never express verbally.
To express my love.
My love for her.
For the blond of my dreams.
For Tina Kennard-Parker…
Ch. 2:
Moonlight is such a magic…
Now call it a cliché, I don’t care !
After all, weren’t romantic "clichés" born from thousands souls who shared the same feelings, sweet or strong, tender or passionate, painful or joyful, contemplating those simple things and timeless moments like lights through the branches of a tree, gracious drops of rain running through a window, a tiny bird singing, a tear mixed to a smile like a rainbow on a face, some clouds softening a blue sky, wet paving stones after a storm, moonlight on a garden, pale lights of dawns or sunsets, etc. ?
Sitting on my balcony, projecting my pretty sad inner landscape through this so poetic but deeply melancholic light moon blankets everywhere, I savour this timeless moment only night can offer as a consolation for a wasted lifetime…
Loneliness is so acurate when the huge amount of love you feel in your heart cannot escape – nor expressing itself freely…
Then, I hear a soft footstep… Someone coming on the balcony next to mine…
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Therese, thank you so very much for your most personal shout out. Yes, we have shared emails over the past year and then some, and I’ve forever been awestruck by the beauty of your perception, your passion, and your devotion to love itself. You are a gem of a woman, and writer….goodness, you fit right in perfectly. This chapter left me feeling both passionate and yet isolated through Bette. Gosh, Tina’s married and Bette is in love with her. In fan fiction we can always make it turn out right can’t we? I hope that Bette treads lightly, carefully, with a bit of trepidation. However, love has a way of navigating one through the most illogical courses, driven by pure feeling and genuine emotion. I eagerly await your next post, and thank you so much for posting as soon as you did! Love and Hugs…oh and….Live well, Laugh often, and Love much. * wink *
My heart is with Bette,loving so much.knowing that you could never have the love of your life. There is always a “but” os Tina happy with her hubby? Why was she awake so early in the morning? Bette needs to walk softly with Tina. she needs to keep things to good morning until Tina changes it. thanks
Hello Beautiful Therese…
“The key to change… is to let go of fear.” – Rosanne Cash
I sit here with a simple beautiful song playing in the background as I read your incredible words… I sit her listening to “Adore” by Collective Soul as your words… your emotions… your souls pours over me…
Your words are so powerful so full of resonance and passion… so full of life and love… it holds a trembling sense of fear… and freedom all at that same time…
As I read that passage from “The Price of Salt” I was washed over with memories… not to be forgotten memories of a recent past… of a pain… of a loss… for that was a gift I gave to a very dear friend of mine… who much like yourself found herself ‘Trapped’ lost and confused…
She found herself… unfortunately she was not able to enjoy the freedom she had discovered for long… but the short time she did have her freedom… her true identity she was ‘happy’ she was free…
“The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage.” – Thucydides
When I first saw your name on that Authors line I was so beyond happy… I was ecstatic… for the moment you choose to come out of the shadows… to create this masterful piece of art… the moment you felt confidence in your words… in your heart and in your soul… but most importantly in yourself you gave us all a gift… you gave us all the treasure to share within you a new universe… a new soul… a new adventure…
You have given of yourself freely… the trembling fear that you feel in your words we feel in your words… for each of us here… those that have shared words… shared experiences… shared joy and loss… and fear and darkness… we are all connected within the words… within the universe of our very emotions…
Thank you so much for sharing with us… thank you for pushing forward… thank you for creating poetry and music that sings to my heart and soul… thank you for your incredible strength and your unwavering passion…
Love and Hugs,
Always and Forever,
JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels ever loving Cuzzie to the ever talented Eunichick and Personal Fanner to the ever incredible Deean)
Poor Bette. She is at the mercy of one unaware.
I popped back in to see if the rating system had reset so I could give you a second ‘five’ stars… this is so not anything less and don’t you believe otherwise!
Hi babe..thanks for such a lovely shout out. I can’t express how proud I am of you…you have such a way of capturing Bette’s love torn heart…almost making her childlike. I love seeing Bette in that way. The way she left the Parker out her name made me feel her yearning for Tina. I have to agree with BTforever…you right so poetic that at times I felt like I was reading a sonnet. Thanks for this wonderful chapter…hugs and kisses T
Awww How the sight and presence of your beloved one always shakes you completely, deep inside, huh? Your throat suddenly has this knott and you find yourself filled with so many emotions that no words seem to come out of your mouth. Yes, we can feel what Bette does. Even the pain on her chest. Tina’s imsomnia we can understand. Being the usual night owls we are, we completely empathise with her. However, we know how painful those one sided love affairs can be. But, if those thoughts bring out the best romantic prose out of you, then, we feel we have been blessed. Keep unveiling those marvelous inner feelings, which move our hearts to the very core. PPS Hugs and kisses on both your cheeks.- Lucero & Marsha (Proud Salsa Aunties to the ever loving JC and Eunichick) P.S. We were surprised that you could even remember our long time ago PM to you. We never got a reply, but we see that it reached out and touched you, which was our main purpose. *wink*
WOW!Je pense que les mots vont être durs à trouver tellement cette histoire est magnifique!Tu ne m’as en aucun cas déçue pour ce chapitre et je crois même que tu as réussi à m’amener les larmes aux yeux juste par la beauté de tes mots!L’amour que Bette porte à Tina est juste “magnifiquement démesuré”!Le genre d’amour qui donne l’impression que notre coeur n’est pas assez grand pour le contenir tellement il est puissant!Enfin…je cherche les mots pour décrire à quel point ton écriture me transporte (et seulement en deux chapitres :D)!Une véritable poésie pour les yeux!Alors merci du fond du coeur pour cette magnifique histoire qui j’espère sera longue :D (oui je me permets déjà d’être exigeante lol).MERCI!!!!
Ton histoire est belle. Elle palpite de cette tristesse impuissante qui nous habite qand on aime sans espoir de retour. Merci pour les mots que tu tresses et pour cette histoire que tu sauras toujours conduire, je l’espère, avec la même justesse.
i can see these two getting on nicely with many of these talks!!i can relate to bette’s thoughts hopefully she can ya know convert miss kennard, hehe:)PPS
Therese_Belivet, this is such a beautiful tale, so alive with feeling… I’m caught up in the hope for your Bette ‘The big ol’ romantic’ PPS!!!
this story is like reading poetry…it’s beautiful and i can totally feel Bette’s pain for unrequited love is something that i know as well…i hope we’ll get a happy ending in this story (i will also go and get The Price of Salt to read)…thank you
Therese, God your writing is just exquisite. I could feel Bette’s adoration for Tina by your carefully chosen words. The whole chapter just flows without effort. You are a very sensitive writer. I feel for Bette. Unrequited love can be a b***h.
Absolutely wonderful! :)
Ok my beautiful Lady I know you are not prone to check your PM box LOL… cause well the last time I sent you one it was like forever… but shesh get over there and check it will you… you are ‘the’ writer now… please check it… love and Hugs, JC