The eldest French sister is in her 50s and calmly tells her romantic love story in public.
When I was 45 years old, I met Michelle, a 29-year-old guy, while traveling in a French village. After 4 days of discussion, I decided to go with him, and I couldn't resist him. He was a special partner I met. Michel loved Roman architecture, and he built his own house with a fountain with columns in the middle of the yard. He loved nature and he taught me the names and characteristics of the various trees, plants and flowers in the yard. Michele is a great home with her own style and a knack for combining flamenco and Ireland. When he played that **, I felt a wonderful and indescribable pleasure. Everything about Michelle is different. I can't believe that a young, handsome and talented man would be interested in a woman my age. As time went on, he became more and more different.
When Michelle and his band were performing everywhere, I traveled with him. Michiel and I climbed up the old church, opened the old key with the ring key, got into the narrow passage to see the frescoes, and there **, he called me "Bad Little Pig" in Spanish, and he said I had defiled the sacred church of France. I also called him "Bad Piggy" in Spanish, and he didn't care, he said that some things were so special. There are things that are also special to him, when he sees the child, his eyes are full of light. One day I suddenly understood, and I asked him do you want children? He replied that Jean wanted to have children. I want to turn him into the sun, and he just wants light. Michelle wants children, I already have two grown children and can't have any more children. I love freedom and love life, but nothing in the world can deprive Michelle of the right to have children. I think it's over, it's time for it to end. I came home crying all night and the next day I left him. But it's not over yet. For the next three and a half years, Michelle and I both worked hard to break up. We were trying to convince ourselves to calm down, we were weighing, he was ready to give up his dreams, and I was ready to have a baby for him. But we both know that this is not possible. We can't do that, and we shouldn't. We should not sacrifice our lives in this way. We were in a lot of pain, so I started taking my girlfriends out with Michelle and introducing other female companions to Michelle, but Michelle didn't look at them properly. This went on for several more years, Michelle and I cried a lot, and we couldn't be separated.
One day, I was drinking in a village in the south of France, and suddenly I saw a beautiful woman with slender legs, dressed in flowers, fair-skinned, beautiful, temperamental, and powerful, passing by, and there was a magic that made me walk up to her and talk to her, and learned that the beauty was a children's writer. I began to come into contact with, get acquainted with, and get acquainted with beautiful women, and we went back and forth for a month. Until one day, I invited the beauty to meet Michelle, and when Michelle and the beauty met each other, their eyes met, and Michelle smiled. Seeing this situation, I felt that I was on the right path, so I arranged for a friend to call me, saying that there was an urgent matter to deal with, and I wanted to leave for an excuse to leave time and space for them. Michelle knew exactly what I meant and wouldn't let me go, he hugged me and said, "Don't leave me." We hugged each other and I said, "You're free, go chase your dreams, you're free without me." I turned around and left, never to return. After I left, Michelle played a lot of **, I changed**, moved away and moved somewhere else, and I didn't see each other for 4 years.
4 years later, one day I missed him and called him again and said that I was back and he was also in the nearby village. When I walked into the gallery, a beautiful little head with red curly hair came running out, and she ran towards me, as if she knew me very well, and with beautiful green eyes, she said to me in French, "Are you a fairy?" ”