L’île

I believe that inside of us nests a free and quiet soul. In our purest state, we live out of our intuition, we follow our senses.
There is an ethereal, serene, boundless quality to our existence…
And there is creativity in everything we do.

But we live in the world. We have bustling lives and we have families and we have to make money and we have to be citizens and, and, and…

It’s true that I might have been a terrifying girlfriend, sometimes. Since my very first love story, I was staunchly confident, terribly assertive, and I genuinely thought I knew it all. It’s true that I found all these boys exceedingly romantic, with their flowers and their presents and their puppy-dog eyes. 
 
Me—past the passion phase—which I liked short and intense, I saw no reason for all the fuss.
 
I was just cool like that. I didn’t expect much from them.

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I remember after I met my boyfriend, my friends would ask me, where did you meet him, and how did you do it? I was, like them*, an absolute disaster at dating, I was in my forties, and I had a track record that felt a little bit like The Northman’s**.

I remember before I met him. Friends would tell me, enough with boys. You need a man. You’re a woman for f%@k’s sake! You need a real man who will care for you.

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Unfortunately, not that type of hot, seeing as the children are here, and I have an absolute terror of getting caught in the act*. It is hot because we’re going through a heat wave, and we do not have air con, or a pool, or the beach, and I feel like my much gloated about glorious London summer has completely let me down.

Here I was bragging back in March, saying things like “Why would we summer** anywhere else than London?

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