DIARY OF GEORGIA MY LIFE MY LOVE 5
DIARY OF GEORGIA MY LIFE MY LOVE 5
While in Texas I was working as a freelance photographer. I made a fairly decent living as a photographer but my heart wasn't into taking pictures. I was always lost in my thoughts. I hooked up with a rodeo taking pictures for publicity. I wasn't paid much but always had a place to sleep and food in my stomach.
When one of the riders was hurt I thought what the heck I only need one arm on the rope for eight seconds so I filled in as a standby and enjoyed it immensely. I knew it as a hobby and not a profession.
Soon after I settled down and joined a big corporation and worked myself up the ladder as a buyer for wines and cheese. I was passionate in this quest and enjoyed flying off to other countries. The company liked that I was always there to work never asking for time off for family problem.
Little did I know there would be heartbreaking problems in my future.
The president of the company took a liking to me and often invited me to his home. His wife was always pleasant and I felt so at home. This is where I met Candice, their only child. Unknown to me she had a breakup with another lover and was visiting her parents. Seeing that her parents really liked me she decided it was time to settle down and I was her next target.
After a short whirlwind courtship we were married in big style and our gift from her parents was a home filled with all the things Candice desired. With me working for the company I was not home every time Candice wanted me and her eye went roving again.
The drunken parties and orgies all went on when I was not at home and Candice and I became strangers in our own home. She wanted no children and our intimacy went off into the wind. The last straw was when I came home a week early and found her in our bed with three men. She screamed at me to leave her house so I packed up my belongings and left that night. There was no resolving the marriage and it ended in a divorce. Candice went her way and I went mine.
I continued working for Candices father because he and his wife understood that I tried to keep the marriage to their daughter intact but she just was too spoiled to even care about the two of us and our wedding vows. She was quite incorrigible.
I flew to Paris often and when not working I scoured the antique shops and resale shops looking for Petrolena items to add to my collection. One shop caught my interest and my eyes went directly to a painting that resembled Georgia and myself. I went into the shop and a robust lady behind the counter actually came over to me speaking French and started to hug and kiss me. I was quite surprised when she spoke to me using my name. She must have noticed my surprised as she slowed down and spoke to me in French:
Vous êtes l’amour perdu de la Géorgie. Elle était mon étudiante de peinture et elle pined pour vous souhaitant qu’elle ne vous avait pas si ignoré. Bienvenue dans ma boutique, cher Frédéric.
You are Georgia’s lost love. She was my painting student and she pined for you wishing she had not ignored you so much.
Welcome into my shop dear Frederick.
She went to the shop window and pulled out the picture Georgia had painted and wrapped it in tissue paper then in a paisley scarf saying “Frederick when you see Georgia give her this shawl from her friend Rose.”
Eventually I met up with my beloved Georgia and told her this story then gave her the scarf.
Connecting
The feeling of your touch
when physically not there
brings great joy and pleasure
feeling forever connected
When time to say I love you it is said by both in unison it’s a natural occurrence you see feeling forever connected
united for a mutual cause
makes the quest smooth
and meaningfully bound
feeling forever connected
Little things may not be much
knowing that you really care
is more than a golden treasure
feeling forever connected
pleasures sensing what you do
feelings for that special person
being in love is a choice to be
feeling forever connected
There are no hand written laws
it’s only in your heart that does move
where joined feelings united abound
feeling forever connected
©Julia A Knaake