People I make up inside my head, that don’t exist but that I long for. Conversations I’ve never had but want to have. I love talking to people on here but as sincere and thoughtful and intelligent as they are, somehow people seem to be afraid to be like this more often to the people around us. And I miss that, because I honestly don’t have people around me that I can talk to the way I talk to people on here. But I love my friends, I really do. No unkind comment about them. But I just miss certain people in my real life. I desire this so deeply.
"We were just a beautiful thought together", that's so, so beautiful- Hopefully it doesn't make you sad when I say that. Is he still in your life, I mean do you see him often, for example at school? Does he has another love too? I'm happy for you that your boyfriend is sincerely and good for you. Someone like you deserves a boyfriend like yours ghehe! :) What's your opinion about having or finding a true love?
I don’t like talking about him, I’m sorry, I don’t want to get into more details about it. But let’s say I’m glad I hardly ever see him. You didn’t make me sad :). We really were a beautiful thought together. But thoughts, as many as I have, don’t get me anywhere in this actual life because there is no time or space to think and breath. Everything is such a rush nowadays and I can’t seem to cope up with all of that. I like living slow. I will always live like that, even though everyone will run pass me.
Well, I don’t believe in true love. I don’t want to offend anyone or anyone’s thoughts on this, but I think it’s a bit too idealistic and romantic and youthful to think that you have “found the one”. And everyone who wants to discuss this by saying that they know people who met at the age of 15 and are still married, aged 55: there is no one and only big grand love, I believe, because there are so many people in this world, all so very different (even though we/I feel like everyone else), and there are so many people who will fit you. You make yourself so (unnecessarily) vulnerable by thinking “I can not live without him”. I think it’s good to be with several people and to have intimate and emotional relationships. You learn, you know what you want from someone, what you don’t. How love feels, how long it stays the way it first felt. How different every kind of love feels because of the way that two people react and act with each other. Therefore I don’t believe that my boyfriend and I will most definitely stay together forever. We could, yes, but we might as well won’t. I will grow further and he will too. Our ways might separate, they might not. It will never take away the fact that I love him for the person he is and how he is with me.
In 1961, the French singer Maurice Chevalier went to New York for a few concerts, and he asked to a young singer to come with him; he was called Hugues Aufray; it was early in his career. In Greenwich Village, he met Peter, Paul & Mary, and he was introduced to Bob Dylan.
A few months later, Bob came to Paris to meet Hugues Aufray and as they were at some terrasse for to take a coffee, Bob saw a picture of Françoise Hardy, who also was in the early years of her career, with a great hit, ‘Tous les garçons et les filles”, more than 1.000.000 LPs sold in a few monthes. Bob asked few questions about this beautiful young girl…. When Bob wrote poems for the back of Another Side of Bob Dylan, there was one dedicated to Françoise Hardy (at the Seine edge…). At this time, Bob had yet to meet the singer.
In Olympia, on May 24th, 1966, Bob Dylan was on stage for his first concert in France - all of show-biz was there in the first row. François Hardy was there, and after the the first part of the show (acoustic), a friend of Bob went to Françoise Hardy, and said to her that Bob would not return to the stage until he could meet her.
So she went backstage and Bob asked her to meet him after the show at his hotel the famous “George V”, the most expensive in Paris … She was 22 years old, rather shy, and she did not really like this kind of party with so many people. In any case, Bob found her in the crowd, and she went in his bedroom only to listen to his new songs. Bob played at first “I Want You”, which made her slightly uncomfortable, and the second was “Just Like A Woman”.
After this time, Hardy and Dylan never saw each other again.
“Some hundred years ago you took
and than another
with the shadow from your cheekbone
(you touched mine, infinite).
And the muscles were tightened,
not in you it was just me
or was it we (I know I wasn’t myself).
It took me six hours of nudity
to finally be able to breath
and with a gasp I am here now
“I love love," she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that.
You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girl soul, and I told her that.”—Jack Kerouac, On The Road
“In a place like Paris, the air is so thick with dreams they clog the streets and take all the good tables at the cafés. Poets and writers, models and designers, painters and sculptors, actors and directors, lovers and escapists, they flock to the City of Lights. That night at Polly’s, the table spilled over with the rapture of pilgrims who have found their temple. That night, among new friends and safe at Shakespeare and Company, I felt it too. Hope is a most beautiful drug.”—Jeremy Mercer, Time Was Soft There: A Paris Sojourn at Shakespeare & Co.
I have read this book in your garden, - my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favorite book of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them, - which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book that was yours, he could only think of love.
In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours - Amor mio - is comprised my existence here and thereafter. I feel I exist here, and I feel that I shall exist hereafter, - to what purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, eighteen years of age, and two out of a convent, I wish you had stayed there, with all my heart, - or at least, that I had never met you in your married state.
But all this is too late. I love you, and you love me, - at least, you say so, and act as if you did so, which last is a great consolation in all events. But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you. Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us, - but they never will, unless you wish it.”—Lord Byron
“Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.”—J.D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew”