She's America's sweetheart. He's a world famous musician, translating personal heartbreak to golden lyrics. A serendipitous encounter along the coast of Cannes sparks a passionate and unexpected romance that will leave the world in awe.
"I loved yo...
Fifteen months have passed. Fifteen months filled with sad, strange, and transformative times. Returning back to New York City was not an easy start. I said goodbye to a life I had created for myself. I said goodbye to my heart, my rainbow, my pink rose back in California and it nearly shattered me to bits. Stepping into my empty apartment in the city, I fell to the floor, weeping for hours until Grace took it upon herself to pay me a visit. She was scared out of her mind, begging for answers, holding me until I provided them. Until I felt safe enough to provide them. And as the summer came and went, I occupied my time with different creative outlets. I learned to broaden my interests in cooking and baking, wanting to single handedly try every spice and master every recipe.
I read practically every novel ever written, exploring new worlds and faraway times with magical lands. I continued to express myself through drawing and eventually painting sketches, exuding all the color and life I contained within my fingertips. I was even inspired enough to step into an actual recording studio, allowing myself to be vulnerable and just sing. I felt at ease, remembering the many beautiful times we'd simply go for a drive in his car with the top down, savoring the sunlight and the precious moment, listening to tunes that reminded us of each other.
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And now I understand what he meant that one day in his car. He too reminds me of so many things. I see him in the occasional and blissful rainbow that casts across the big blue sky in the city. I see him in the spring when the flowers are powerful and freshly in bloom throughout the park. I see him in the chirping and ecstatic birds who wish to fly high with endless possibilities. He was a part of the best times in my life and the worst. But despite all this, I had to let him go. I had to be selfless with him. I couldn't keep him trapped as he should sparkle brightly and boldly for the entire world to see. Which is what I hope he's found. We haven't spoken since that awful February morning when we said our dreaded goodbyes. As remembering him in that state sometimes swallows me whole, drowning and depriving my body of vital air.
