Lavenders in the Fields

"It's funny," I just told Q. "Some people miss people from their past. For me, I miss somebody from my future."

"Even if I never know whether there is such a somebody somewhere," I continued. "I can look forward to it.

Maybe i will think of her this weekend in Nice, in Monaco, in Cannes, in St Tropez. Everywhere I go, I will wonder whether I will ever go there again with her.

I will take photos of where I've been so that I can show her someday where I walked, where I sat down to enjoy the scenery, the sea that I swam in, the food that I ate, the blue skies that made me happy. I will show her all the places where I missed her."

I will sit at the seaside and write her a letter about my life, about where I've been so far, about where I want to go someday, and how I hope she'll come along with me

I'll tell her that I hope I won't always go alone to Nice. That I hope she'll come with me someday, because it's so beautiful, and somethings in life are just not meant to be enjoyed alone."

Q said: "lovely!"

I went on: "and I'll say: "Please come with me someday. Please say you'll come. That would be nice." And I will sit at the seaside in the golden light of the setting sun, and hope that that's not too much to ask for -- that I will have somebody someday to go to Nice with me.

"I wonder, Q, where she is right now. I hope she's had a good day so far, and I hope she's happy about all that life has given her, and I hope she wants to go to Nice too someday. I really want to show her the lavenders in the fields.

I think she will like it."

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Where are you? Have you been to Nice? Do you like lavenders? I hope you do. Let's go see them someday okay?

I don't know whether I'll ever meet you, but if I do, there's so much of the world I want to show you, so much I want to share with you.

Take care, see you... someday.