Stories Collected While Living in France
Porcelain skin tinted by the glow of a pink rose.
An arm strung with pearls, bejewels a dimpled young hand.
A wisp of a cloud shields her breast…but not her heart.
A love ache.
photo: Another view from the painting at Chateau de Chenonceau. Do you recall sharing secrets about your first love?
This entry made me go several ways
and I felt as if walking in a maze (in amaze?)…
First love, love ache, Chenonceau, secrets…
and I ended up in Azay-Le-Rideau
Walking the alley round the château…
Reading a poem composed by
Jean-François de la Harpe,
when his love was but ache,
and the loss was sharp pain,
but, still, never turned into a mere flake…
My first love is there along my alley, as a beautiful statue, holding my secrets…I can stop and watch it and I can just tread on.
my first ‘love’ is still a friend in my life…though I’m not sure I understood what love really was then. I am still learning about it now…Nel
I was 14, he was 18; I couldn’t breathe in his presence, he didn’t notice mine. I had a special tree I shared my secret with, not trusting it to another human. Though love may be blind, a person in love is highly visible. Turns out, my family and friends knew how I felt but they kept that a secret from me 🙂
my first love, really puppy love, was to a boy named patrick, when i was in the 4th grade. i had a crush on this boy…but to him, i was just one of the “guys” (i was a bit of a tomboy back then)…i don’t know what became of him as i had not seen him since our 8th grade graduation…funny, how i never gave him a moment’s thought until after reading your post, lol!
We all hold our first loves so dear to our hearts.
Tender treasured moments forever preserved in the chambers of our soul!
My first love came to me so easily when I was young and my mind open to receiving all that I was given. I yearned to indulge in my love’s offerings often and ravenously. My love would offer travel and adventure and experiences and emotions that I could never have dreamed of….
To this day, my first love holds steadfast by my side and never asks for anything in return for what I’ve been given so generously.
Books are my first love. And will forever be.
“Could it think, the heart would stop beating.” Fernando Pessoa..(1888-1935)Portuguese poet..
how true this is!
Truly Breathtaking, the touch, the colors, the feeling…
I first fell for my way older, very handsome, photographer cousin from California. I was 12? He didn’t know I existed. He only had eyes for my older sister.
After that I consistently fell for every boyfriend my sister ever brought home. THEY did notice and my sister did not like it one bit and never got over it peut-etre…
my first love.. came so strong .. that I learned .. all the others before were simulations..
and was so harmfull aching .. that It scared me from love..
I had to treat myself such a long time.. to get OK again..
My first true love is downstairs making me a single shot espresso – while I am looking at this ravishing image you have posted. Life could not get any better.
Corey,
I only share with, not about.
Chateau de Chenonceau…A lovers retreat. So very lovely. I was captivated while there last year.
rel
ah the first love…I remember it well. It is the first blush of emotion, the first realization of ones ability to give of their heart. The moments of agony any time apart. The freshness and the newness of it that is captured only once in a lifetime…first love is first love. I remember it all and I remember the pain of it ending…..but I never have regret.
XOXO
. This post gave me alot of thoughts about “first” loves, I will not share though…..and even mopre thoughts about the everlasting love I feel for the man in my life, my lover and husband through 26 years now.
Thanks Corey.
not sure if you have seen the posts at my blog these past few weeks about my daughter, Sophie. She has just had her heart broken for the very first time – a sad initiation into womanhood.
I hate the feeling of heartbreak. It leaves me breathless
I remember my first love – sadly. I was so green and hurt him deeply in the end. Thank God I grew up and figured things out.
My first love was not the first boyfriend. My first love was a true love, and I knew it in my bones. You know who he was. He knew me better than I knew myself.
xoxo
We visited that chateau once about 10 yrs. ago……loved it! THanks for sharing:)
Ah, that’s a secret.
A love ache would describe it perfectly!
My absolute favourite shades of pink in the whole world. The delicacy in the way the hand holds the rose coupled with a grey hue which permeates.
Thank you Corey, and have a wonderful week.
My first true love is now asleep in our bed,in the middle of the night, here in Australia. Our magnificent honeymoon, seven years ago, was spent Road Tripping around France and Spain and included a wonderful day at Chateau de Chenonceau. Thankyou for bringing that memory of a day in May loving being in France and in love!
ahhh first loves…I married mine:) tho in the beginning he broke my heart every now and again I would experience sheer AGONY* but, in the end we won each others hearts FOREVER* I feel lucky! but mostly extremeley blessed:) XOXO
a day off gives me time to visit and post* for this I also feel LUCKY!
I have such memories of this place! Happy ones… So beautiful!
🙂
you and your lovely and soooooooooo interesting post Corey! I have been there as well, with my love forever, not the first one but the first one in many ways! We spent few days visitin several “Chateux de La Loire” stopping at small places and sleeping with castles views..
From this one I remember “seeing myself confortable seating at Catherine de Medicis bureau…” and at the middle of the corridor helping people to go the other side (free side) during the second war.
crushes galore. but real, true love? not yet…
Ah, my first love. Every feeling was very emotional and intense….happened many years ago (in France) have many happy sweet memories. My True love is sitting next to me drinking coffee 🙂 I am blessed.
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