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Falling In Love With You - Chapter 7

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Love On My Side

Author: Emily Giffin

Chapter 7
Leo's thoughts almost completely faded the following week, the amount of time I spent in Andy's full life, Margot's good news, and, perhaps most importantly, my work. A good and productive week of work can lead to miraculous things, and I find myself fortunate (or, as Margot says - thank goodness - I spontaneously turn to goodness). The job that I can happily immerse myself in. I once read that when time passes unconsciously while we work, we know that we have found our whole life, and although it is not true for me all day, I am certainly not strangers with a sense of immersive immersive.
Now I have really become a freelance photographer. I have a representative to set a calendar for me - any photo shoot that earn substantial remuneration, sometimes up to several thousand dollars for two working days, sometimes less when working For magazines, however, I am more interested in the creative aspect.
I love portraits more than anything - maybe because I'm not very open person. I do not easily talk to strangers, but I always wished I could, and their portraits helped me do that. I like meeting someone in a leisurely afternoon, getting to know each other through lunch or a cup of coffee, and then getting on with work. I love both the challenges and the mistakes of the job, spinning in various poses and angles of light until the correct picture is taken. There is nothing more satisfying than taking that picture, the perfect picture. My confession of another soul. I also like this job in diversity. For example, the shot of a businessman for Business Week seemed to be different from taking a picture of The New York Times' style collection or a splendid cover of Town & Country cover, And the people I photographed are as diverse as the publications I collaborated with. In the past few weeks, I've been shooting a great writer, art director, a college basketball star and his legendary coach, and one Chef making good bread.
In short, I have come a long, long way since the filming of Second Avenue, and at this moment my only regret about Leo's reunion - besides the fact that it happened - is I did not talk to him about my career. Of course I want him to know Andy is more about my work; But ideally, I wish he knew both. On the other hand, maybe he knows more than looks. Maybe the reason why he did not ask about my career was that he read my website or happened to see my name appear on the cast. After all, I was also eager to search for Leo's papers, flipping through the subject matter he wrote with a bizarre and apathetic combination of pride and disdain. It's all about curiosity - and anyone who says they do not care about their important old love is living in my opinion, either lying or deeply affectionate. I do not say back, trying to find out all about the old lover is a cool story. But simple human nature is sometimes a little interested in people, which we used to love.
So it's estimated that Leo accidentally knows his website or job, I hope he'll think far enough to guess that our breakup was a blow in my life - a starting point. for bigger and better things. In some ways it really is, although I do not believe that one can completely blame anyone for the lack of our own aspirations - that is the way to live throughout. One time we were together.
Talk about this, I will remember when I was dating Leo, how satisfied I am in my work. Love with photography has never died in me, but surely that love is far from reaching the ultimate passion - but just about everything else in my life becomes secondary to our love affair with Leo. Leo was everything I could think of, everything I wanted to do. He filled me so well that I had no energy left for photography. There is no time or motivation to ponder a new career ladder. I remember taking the bus to the cinema day by day, becoming proficient after all that could be learned from Quynh, and telling myself, like, "I do not need kiWhat else do you do? Money does not matter to me. After work, I would head straight to Leo's new home, back in Queens, always ready for him, only to go home when he had a plan. Other plans or when I need to change clothes. On rare nights we are not together, I usually go out with Margot and our group of friends, but I still prefer to stay home, where I can dream about Leo or schedule an adventurous trip together. Follow us or compose the cassette that brings together the most amazing, clever, deepest, most intriguing songs for your great, intelligent, deep lover. I always wanted to please Leo, wanted to impress him, wanted to make sure he needed and loved me as much as I needed and loved him. The beginning of everything seemed good. Leo fascinated me as much as my feelings for him, only in the less foolish way of men. He was never quite away from his job, but also because of his older age and had advanced further in his work, with important tasks in a very short timeframe. However, he took me along in his career, letting him hang on to interviews, leading me to the weekend office to arrange documents for him or simply watch him. while he wrote the paper (or seduced me on his desk). And he, like me, is always willing to ignore his friends and family, and love the time we spend together, just the two of us. It's been so quiet for months, and it feels real. miraculous, happy. We never get tired of talking. Every time we say goodbye, whether on the phone or face-to-face, they stay forever, as if this was the last time we could talk together. We are willing to sleep to talk, to ask a lot of stories about people and past each other. No details of childhood are small, a sure sign that someone is falling in love - or at least feeling overwhelmed. Leo even took a photo of me walking up the six-year-old who smashed the front door from the album in my bedroom, claiming it was "the cutest thing in the world" before putting it on the memory card in the room. My kitchen. I exposed my whole body to him, without hiding anything, without any defense mechanism. I express all my lack of confidence, from the shameful things as I always hate my knees, to the deeper issues as I sometimes feel asymmetrical. With Margot and our affluent friends here. Most importantly, I told him about her, including the details of her departure that I had not told anyone before. Mother looks so cheap, and that reminds of the image of the Holocaust (Holocaust: Holocaust during World War II). One night I watched how my mother sucked her throat when she really did not breathe - an image that still holds me up until now. Then once I actually prayed that death should come soon - not only because it will save the burden of suffering but also because the sick and the sick will also be clean air. from our house, and my father can stop worrying about his mother, do not hide hid mourning bunks when we enter the room. And then how much terrible sin I felt when that moment finally

came, as if I had caused my mother to depart prematurely. I tell Leo sometimes how embarrassing I am without my mother, as if no matter what I do, I will always be marked, categorized and then treated. At times, Leo again listened and comforted me with so many good words - that even though I lost my mother as a child, she still influenced the formation of my person day by day. present. That my memories of my mother will never fade and the funny stories will gradually replace the image of death. That my descriptions and stories are so vivid, that he wished he knew her. At the same time, the confession was not just about one side. Leo also shares his own secrets, his conflicting family stories, his mother's homemaking, his apathetic and indifferent lives, his fatherly, autocratic father. Suppress the things he never argued back. He told me that he wished he had the money to go to a better, more prestigious college and get his degree, and he, like me, sometimes felt intimidated by his aunts. the rich in Manhattan with flashy profiles from their newspaper school. I find it hard to believe that a person as unique as Leo, but also some lack of confidence, but the feeling can be hurt where he just