Walking down the boulevard of Champs Elysees, breathing in the invigorating demeaner of the grand Jardin Des Tuileries, enjoying the gourmet dishes served in the most praised restaurants in Paris as I observe the pomp of Persians passing by their quotidian lives- I truly miss Paris. These are among the numerous components which are portrayed in my artworks. With all my qualities settled in the city of Paris, I never thought I’d leave France for affection.

Love. I never thought I was one to discover it. Disastrous in all my interest, I arrived at my nadir two years back when I thought I was never going to discover my better half.

As I kept on wallowwing in my wretchedness, my companion who exists in the US came to Paris to display her painted creations. We began making up for lost time with old times; she started to sooth me over my fizzled relationships. Being the great companion that she generally was, she started scrounging through thoughts on the best way to discover love. She recommended I sign up on a dating site, a site she swore numerous single well off men and effective singles discovered their sweethearts. “Est tu malade? I can’t even discover love when its all said and done, and you think I could think that it online?” I laughed at the thought. Yet she contorted my arm and had me sign up either ways.

As a visual craftsman myself, I selected those men who were in my field. Luckily I discovered an attractive caretaker who talked familiar French, yet sadly existed in London. The relationship was moving at a quicker pace than I had expected. We both were basically intrigued by the same things: Art, Music, Food and motion pictures. Practically consistently we would call one another, have these charming feature dates.

Our first genuine date, on the other hand, came after three months when I welcomed him to Paris for my Art presentation at Musee du quai Branly. The best part was that he wasn’t new to Paris; he had frequented the city for business matters, and he knew all the sentimental spots to set our dates. Those short five days were flooding with incoherent snickers and unlimited looks at one another’s eyes.

Our felicity was abridged upon his flight to London. We took a stab at coming back to our ordinary sentimental schedules, yet those days we used in Paris were what we subtly yearned. So we masterminded an alternate date- this time me going to London. The sentiment proceeded with and climaxed to the point where an alternate takeoff reached its Waterloo. In the wake of expanding on who ought to move, I chose I ought to be the one, in light of the fact that as a craftsman I had the capacity work anyplace, though he as a caretaker who claimed a display in London proved unable.

Much the same as that, I moved to London, leaving my family and my entire life behind. Yet it was all worth the trouble. He satisfies me in ways that words can’t suffice to portray. It’s been a year and half now and our affection is still new. I can’t accept I discovered my better half, and my new muse: London.

December 22nd, 2014

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