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look around, "Through there!" I pull him up the verge and towards an overgrown tangle of bushes and small trees.
It was only four simple lines, two upright side by side and two horizontal underneath. I push the small branches out of the way, keen to get where I want to go." Laney, there's nothing here, where are we going?"
"There is, just a second, there - look" I pointed to the entrance of what looked like a cave, but it wasn't deep enough to be a real cave. It was a hollow recess in the rocky outcrop that offered shelter.
"Down here."
"What?"
"Lay down." Already on the floor I pull him downwards. I have no doubts now. We lie with our heads towards the rocky wall, facing up to the sky, which can just be seen through the dappled cover of tiny leaves. It's a great hiding place. Wiggling to get more comfortable I put my hands above my head and feel for what I know is there.
"Yes, you're right, I remember too" and with that Lawrence throws his hand above his head, feeling along the surface of the wall too. "Here, it's here! God, Laney, it's here!"
Grabbing my hand he guides it to the scratched indentations in the surface. Two vertical lines side by side and two vertical underneath. Jeanne Pierre had carved the two upright marks in our second summer together, to show we stood side by side and this was our place. Then as the children came along they were the vertical lines underneath. Lawrence had remembered too.
We both lay there, feeling the gouges with our fingers, as we had done many years before. It had been a simple gesture but one filled with meaning, Jeanne Pierre had said that the stone would remember our love forever.
Lawrence took my hands and brought them back down to his heart, holding them there. Looking into each other's eyes we silently witness the moment. This
is
for real.
We
are for real. Leaning over to kiss me, I can see tears forming in his eyes. His lips reveal the depth of his love in the gentlest way. I pull him closer to me and hold him tight, holding on to the magic and the mystery.
Eventually we move, making our way back to the lake. The sun stands proud, further up in the sky now and the haze has given out to beautiful sunshine. Lawrence unzips the bag pulling out a rug and lays it out on the ground.
"Here, sit down."
He continues to unpack the bag, with all sorts of goodies. Cheese, grapes, wine and a baguette, it looks fabulous, I hadn't realised how hungry I was.
"And this is for you."
He hands me an apple. I smile and take it, aware of the gesture and the significance. I slowly reach out and take it from him, putting it to one side, the apple can wait.
I pull him close and kiss him. I want to kiss him, hold him and love him. I want to feel him and his love inside me. We are both suddenly fuelled and ignited, each kiss adding to the intensity. It's as if every cell in my body is reaching out for him. I can feel in his touch his own passion powerfully erupting. We make the most beautiful love, a perfect climax to a lifetime's longing.
Chapter 11
It's been a while since I've written in my journal. There's quite a lot to catch up on. That afternoon in France I will savour forever. We made love more than once, it was as if we had no words for what we were sensing or feeling. There was a lot to take in, the fact that we had lived and loved before. The way we met and nearly broke up, the fact we could effortlessly feel so strongly about each other. Thinking about it now, my heart seemed to talk straight to his. I'd thought the fluttering were nerves or excitement but they were - they
are,
more than that. They are still there, every time I think about him, talk about him or see him. It happens without trying and I love it. My spirit is so happy to know him and it feels like I've always known him, as if we came from the same place originally, even though I have no idea where that place might be. I don't care. I'm in love and I love being in love.
We are both feeling and sharing
It was only four simple lines, two upright side by side and two horizontal underneath. I push the small branches out of the way, keen to get where I want to go." Laney, there's nothing here, where are we going?"
"There is, just a second, there - look" I pointed to the entrance of what looked like a cave, but it wasn't deep enough to be a real cave. It was a hollow recess in the rocky outcrop that offered shelter.
"Down here."
"What?"
"Lay down." Already on the floor I pull him downwards. I have no doubts now. We lie with our heads towards the rocky wall, facing up to the sky, which can just be seen through the dappled cover of tiny leaves. It's a great hiding place. Wiggling to get more comfortable I put my hands above my head and feel for what I know is there.
"Yes, you're right, I remember too" and with that Lawrence throws his hand above his head, feeling along the surface of the wall too. "Here, it's here! God, Laney, it's here!"
Grabbing my hand he guides it to the scratched indentations in the surface. Two vertical lines side by side and two vertical underneath. Jeanne Pierre had carved the two upright marks in our second summer together, to show we stood side by side and this was our place. Then as the children came along they were the vertical lines underneath. Lawrence had remembered too.
We both lay there, feeling the gouges with our fingers, as we had done many years before. It had been a simple gesture but one filled with meaning, Jeanne Pierre had said that the stone would remember our love forever.
Lawrence took my hands and brought them back down to his heart, holding them there. Looking into each other's eyes we silently witness the moment. This
is
for real.
We
are for real. Leaning over to kiss me, I can see tears forming in his eyes. His lips reveal the depth of his love in the gentlest way. I pull him closer to me and hold him tight, holding on to the magic and the mystery.
Eventually we move, making our way back to the lake. The sun stands proud, further up in the sky now and the haze has given out to beautiful sunshine. Lawrence unzips the bag pulling out a rug and lays it out on the ground.
"Here, sit down."
He continues to unpack the bag, with all sorts of goodies. Cheese, grapes, wine and a baguette, it looks fabulous, I hadn't realised how hungry I was.
"And this is for you."
He hands me an apple. I smile and take it, aware of the gesture and the significance. I slowly reach out and take it from him, putting it to one side, the apple can wait.
I pull him close and kiss him. I want to kiss him, hold him and love him. I want to feel him and his love inside me. We are both suddenly fuelled and ignited, each kiss adding to the intensity. It's as if every cell in my body is reaching out for him. I can feel in his touch his own passion powerfully erupting. We make the most beautiful love, a perfect climax to a lifetime's longing.
Chapter 11
It's been a while since I've written in my journal. There's quite a lot to catch up on. That afternoon in France I will savour forever. We made love more than once, it was as if we had no words for what we were sensing or feeling. There was a lot to take in, the fact that we had lived and loved before. The way we met and nearly broke up, the fact we could effortlessly feel so strongly about each other. Thinking about it now, my heart seemed to talk straight to his. I'd thought the fluttering were nerves or excitement but they were - they
are,
more than that. They are still there, every time I think about him, talk about him or see him. It happens without trying and I love it. My spirit is so happy to know him and it feels like I've always known him, as if we came from the same place originally, even though I have no idea where that place might be. I don't care. I'm in love and I love being in love.
We are both feeling and sharing
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