I guess I'm the main subject of this thing... :-/
January 11, 2011 - 9:46 a.m.
My heart calls her my life partner, my wife, my travelling partner and the mother of our children. She's an optometrist and an artist.
When she travelled to South America, for six months, in 2010-2011, she used to carry a jar of peanut butter (mantequilla de maní) around, so she ended up with that nickname.
2004
2011
A yogi extra-ordinaire, a life partner and friend and many more things. An artist, mostly...
She used to draw comic books all the time, with a main character named Dahlia. Although the explication is now in part lost to time, that character was both her and not her, at the same time.
2014?
I'll need to search... 2019? 2018?
A best friend, a worst enemy, a life partner and a lover, not sure how to describe her. Our most recent history would put her in a very exclusive list of people I should hate with all of my heart, but my heart doesn’t convey that feeling towards others. Instead, I just feel a bottomless pit of sadness when it comes to her… She reminds me that some people will act with little to no consideration of others’ feelings and won’t necessarily have the capacity of introspection needed to be aware of the consequence of their own actions and therefore reflect upon them. Coming from someone I so deeply care about was really meaningful in my life, for she forced life lessons I may not have, otherwise, had the opportunity to learn. In so in many ways, even though our last meaningful interactions, on January 11, 2011, put an end to my capacity to believe in life, I’m so incredibly thankful to have met her.
When we were young, we spent years together on a farm. That was the nickname of her horse.
1995(?)
2011
A retired artist and a very important person, in my life, although her stay was brief. Met her in a place where I used to eat. I would never have dreamt that anything could grow between us, but I was deeply attracted by something within her, for some reason. She's a reflection of how important people can be, no matter how brief their stay might be.
While looking for a nickname, my heart kept calling her Symphony. Not sure why, perhaps because one of the first time we met in private we were supposed to go at a Leonard Cohen exhibit, or perhaps because one of the last time I had hoped to do something with her, I invited her for a raise funding concert I had received tickets for. Anyhow, from Symphony, it turned towards Sylph... I won't say it's the best name, but there's definitely something mystical to her being and my heart playfully insist on giving her this nickname.
Early 2018
Mid 2018
I’ll have to search to figure out more details about when she arrived when she left my life and so on. It’s in a really painful part of my life, the transition she made possible was kind of deeply related to me losing hope in life, so I lost that event to time, just like sand left to flow in the wind. I know it’s there, there’s a before and after that, but in order to grasp how close or far it is, by now, I’ll have to look it up.
I sometimes write people I haven’t seen in years. Every single person has a place for life, in my heart and I tend to often be by their side, regardless of how the relationship ended. While that person was very important to me, she was, in many ways, only playing a minor role, but was also incredibly important. (It’ll become clearer once she’s introduced, but she was important to me, very important, but didn’t want anything to do with me and the relationship became so weird because I couldn’t understand that properly) So while feeling her emotions, for some reason, I called her “Rose des Vents” (which is Compass rose, in English.) Though in French, it would be Rose Wind, which would be more “her.”