2 years ago, February
Chiai, Naples, Italy
I didn't go back to Paris or university. Lucie moved to New York. I moved to Naples. I learned Italian in between my breaks at my waitressing job in a hotel restaurant.
They say that wine is your therapist, carbs your friend and books your lover.
At least that's my take on life. I was writing everyday. After work I would cycle home, make myself a small fire in my fireplace and pull on all my jumpers.
I had no phone, only a landline. I called Lucie every Thursday at 1am.
Vivien and I wrote to each other. She was coming out in Easter with Lou to see me.
I wrote a lot about Timothée.
I hadn't seen him or heard from him or heard anything about him. I drew him in my sketchpad. Never wanting to forget his face. Or I wrote his name just so I could see it.
I wrote about my mum and Lucie and grandma. Growing up, and growing down. About love, about life, about pain, about beauty.
Lou had tried to bring him into conversation a few times. She mentioned him being in England again for his Shakespeare film.
I felt bad. I wanted to know what he was up to but if I were to see him now - I could undo everything I had recovered from.
I didn't think I loved him anymore. Not as much at least. I had stayed away from romance as much as possible.
Lucie encouraged me to work on myself and so did grandma every chance she could in our daily phone calls.
I was self-publishing my first collection of poems, realising that I much preferred fiction to fact and that my writing wasn't as awful as I had always presumed it.
It was my way of expressing myself. It gave me purpose. It kept me alive.
Alive for T.
I looked through the first ten books that I had paid to be published in the local printers.
Whilst rummaging for my ribbon, I found the little card that Blix had sent me in one last attempt to rekindle things between Timothée and I.
It was the Ace of Hearts, his notes, a few photos I had of him tied in a bundle with a spare piece of ribbon.
Under it all was a note that Lou had written herself, no doubt with help from Adele.
It read:
Just incase you're not done with love.
All my love,
Lou X
Underneath she had written down T's address and phone number.
I bit my lip and poured myself a glass of wine. I finished wrapping, Vivien's copy.
I went back to the Ace of Hearts. I placed it on the table and looked at it taunting me.
I lit a cigarette pacing around my apartment. My thoughts going wild.
Do I write to him? Do I call him?
Why would I? Why wouldn't you?
It's been a year! Exactly, you miss him!
I can't let him know that. Why not? You just published a whole book exposing that you do?
He'll never read it, it's different! But you want him to ... Oh, shut up.
I huffed around and finally tore a few pages out of my book and wrapped the rest of it up with Blix's ribbon.
I sat for an hour staring at the address I had written on the parcel.
I licked the stamp and slapped it on -before the other voice could win, I ran down to the post box and shoved all my packages in.
I went to bed and when I closed my eyes that night; there were those beautiful eyes looking right back at me again.
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𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ME|| 𝐓IMOTHÉE 𝐂HALAMET
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