Last week, I opened my secret drawer. The drawer where I have locked in most of what is related to you. Presents, postcards, non-sent letters that I have written over the years. Inside, there is the little puppet, the silk scarf and the Little Prince you gave me. There's also my heart, broken into 1000 pieces. My memories. My tears, your smile; your tears and my smile. In the old days, you were saying each girl has a secret drawer, full of love letters.
I usually avoid to open my secret drawer and to look at your cards. I don't wear your presents, even though I always wear scarves. I don't read you either, even though I'm a compulsive reader. But this time it was different. I was moving office, had to tidy everything up. I saw the card you sent on our first anniversary: "together forever". I re-read your words of love. They reminded me of mines. It was both moving and ironic.
I remembered the first time we met, at this boring reception. I hadn't understood your name, people were so noisy around and you were speaking too fast. You were funny and shy, both serious and not taking anything seriously. A nice guy with a malicious glance. I thought I would never see you again after this strange evening. How could I have imagined you would be the man I would most love, hate and regret in my whole life... the guy who would patiently get me back to life and who would kill me afterwards. I was desiring you to get me back to life, for sure ; and maybe to kill me afterwards, who knows.
I saw you again, the day after the reception. It was the beginning of a beautiful and sad story. A story of lips and cream. A story of Circe and objet a. A story of two lost children carrying their love and their lack.
You still are so much in my heart.
I can feel in peace with you, finally.
10 years to get in peace with you.
But I still can't throw anything away . And I don't feel able to open the secret drawer again.
