Sauntering down the avenue of Champs Elysees, inhaling the refreshing air of the majestic Jardin Des Tuileries, indulging in the gourmet dishes served in the most celebrated restaurants in Paris as I behold the pageantry of Persians going by their quotidian lives- I really miss Paris. These are among the many elements which are depicted in my paintings. With all my traits entrenched in the city of Paris, I never thought I'd leave France for love.
Love. I never thought I was one to find it. Ill-fated in all my pursuit, I reached my nadir two years ago when I thought I was never going to find my better half.
As I continued to wallow in my misery, my friend who lives in the US came to Paris to exhibit her paintings. We started catching up with old times; she began to sooth me over my failed love affairs. Being the good friend that she always was, she began rummaging through ideas on how to find love. She suggested I sign up on a dating site, a site she swore many single wealthy men and successful singles found their sweethearts. "Est tu malade? I can't even find love in real life, and you think I could find it online?" I scoffed at the idea. But she twisted my arm and had me sign up either ways.
As a visual artist myself, I opted for those men who were in my field. Fortunately I found a handsome curator who spoke fluent French, but unfortunately lived in London. The relationship was moving at a faster pace than I had anticipated. We both were practically interested in the same things: Art, Music, Food and movies. Almost on a daily basis we would call each other, have these adorable video dates.
Our first real date, however, came three months later when I invited him to Paris for my Art exhibition at Musee du quai Branly. The best part was that he wasn't new to Paris; he had frequented the city for business matters, and he knew all the romantic spots to set our dates. Those brief five days were overflowing with delirious giggles and endless gazes at each other's eyes.
Our felicity was abbreviated upon his departure to London. We tried returning to our usual romantic routines, but those days we spent in Paris were what we secretly lusted. So we arranged another date- this time me visiting London. The romance continued and culminated to the point where another departure met its Waterloo. After dilating on who should move, I decided I should be the one, because as an artist I was able to work anywhere, whereas he as a curator who owned a gallery in London couldn't.
Just like that, I moved to London, leaving my family and my whole life behind. But it was all worth it. He fulfills me in ways that words cannot suffice to depict. It's been a year and half now and our love is still fresh. I can't believe I found my better half, and my new muse: London.
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