This is a story of a beautiful broken heart girl. It’s not self biography if you’re wondering, although her life could be mine too.
They say it takes about 12 years to get from the Earth to Pluto. If that it is true going back from Pluto to our Planet takes 12 years more. So a trip to Pluto and back it would take us 24 years. Twenty-four years are half of the years I will love you. I will love 48 years. I will die when I am 78 yers old. An endless love is the feeling you have towards someone until your last breath, your last heart beating. However, apparently, Pluto is not a planet. Why? <<On August 24, 2006, the International Astronomical Union (IAU) defined what it means to be a “planet” within the Solar System. This definition excluded Pluto as a planet and added it as a member of the new category “dwarf planet” along with Eris and Ceres. After the reclassification, Pluto was added to the list of minor planets and given the number 134340.>>(1) Supposing Pluto is planet, it is the smallest and furthest one from the Sun. Also, this girl’s love for her man is the furhest ever, because no one ever will love him like she does. Her dream is to live in Paris, city of love. She hates Vegas because it is the sin city of the world. Paris, instead, is the purest city ever. She wants to go to Louvre and Versailles every day, she wants to walk on Champes-Élysées on a cloudy day in summer, she wants to photograph Les Champs de Mars from La Tour Eiffel. She wants to have a big appartment for her entire own. An appartment with high ceiling and artistically decorated. She works at a Museum in the french capital. She also owns a book store.
One morning on her way to work, she bumps into a strange person, into a very attractive man. He’s a Dandy! Very nice dressed with a smoking pipe in his mouth. She apologizes for bumping into him. He, with a smile on his face, answers: ”No problem, Mademoiselle” and kisses her hand. He asks for her phone number, but she denies to give it to him, such a stranger. Then she runs away. Mister Dandy is sad for a few days. He keeps thinking about her. She does the same, but she doesn’t want to be heart broken again.
Few months later, Mr. Dandy goes to a Museum. It happens to be the museum where Mademoiselle works at. They both see eachother, but they don’t say a word. Mademoiselle keeps working and Mr. Dandy starts his exhibition visit. Finally, when he’s about to walk out, she gives him a paper with some numbers: her phone number. He smiles and leaves the museum. Some days later Mr. Dandy makes a phone call, he asks Mademoiselle to join him at a tea room for drinking a cup of tea. Mademoiselle accepts the invitation. Their meeting goes excellent: they laugh, they smile and they talk about eachother’s life. Obviously, they like each other.
Weeks flew by, months flew by, Mr. Dandy and Mademoiselle see each other ever afternoon after work, they drink tea and talk about life, art, love and these kind of beautiful things. They’ve been doing this for about 2 months. Love is in the air. Mr. Dandy asks Mademoiselle to join him on holidays. He’s planing to do a trip in Bordeaux. She accepts.
Back in Paris they decided to give each other a change and start a romance. It’s the kind of romance you don’t want it to fuck it up because you’re friends, because you respect and like each other, and wouldn’t like to end up hating each other.
It’s been a year since Mr. Dandy and Mademoiselle have been dating. Finally, they decide to move in together. They choose Mademoiselle’s nice appartment.
This story happens when Mademoiselle is 30 years old…and they lived
happilly ever aftertogether until she is 78 years old…endless love.
Here’s a photo of Mr. Dandy and Mademoiselle:
(1) source: Wikipedia. For further reading please click here.