I thought it would be like a glamorous last "Ciao, amore...". How stupid, I've been to think that.
In real life, when you break up, you feel nothing but pain and sadness. You wake yup every day in a house that has been your home for years feelings like you don't belong here anymore. And Bing! You realize... I don't belong here anymore. I need to rent a place. In Paris. In 2010. You realize that you will have very soon to live in one of your shoes box. 'Cause you just discovered your new best friend/Enemies: The Real Estate agents. How boy... They're harsh. They speak a brand new language. They don't understand that you need a BIG closet in a SMALL (aka cheap) apartment. That you don't want carpets... You want wooden floors, white walls and large windows. You wanna recreate a mini Milanese/Puglia home. You even bought a crucifix recently to match the idea...
You wake up also every night. Feeling super alone.
You get calls from you friends. Every 5 minutes. They wanna check if you're not cutting your veins. The good point is that you realize how much you love them and you need them. How they help you.
And then Bing! (#2)... You remember your blog. Your 4 followers... And you feel like to tell them that you're ok.
Ok, it was like going through a war. Nothing is settled yet. But... You don't wanna cry anymore. You wanna marry Marc Jacobs and spend all days wearing Louis Vuitton Spring 11 floral dresses. Then getting a divorce (#2) and marry (again) Pelayo Diaz (http://www.katelovesme.net/). Then move to London with him and wear leggings + Doc Marteens + skirts all day.
Oh Boy... I have to go on. I have so many stuff to write about. Like this amazing Chanel Spring 11 show. Like me being invited to write in a blog about men's beauty (http://www.makemybeauty.com/)...
So be there. I'll keep on going.
Love,
E
