"Love is blind, deaf and fucking dumb."
Bring Me The Horizon, Follow You (Music Video), That's The Spirit, 2015.
I've loved her since the first time I saw her, walking down that huge marble-decorated, oldfashioned hall with a smile on her face. A beauty spot under her mouth, her big brown-green eyes, her long, blond, curly hair, her blouse and her purse. She was walking in my direction and passed by me, without really looking at me. I watched her disappear in hallway corner leading to one of the laboratories. I was in Paris, 26 years old, as was she.
I met her just like anyone could…by chance. It was a Thursday night, only one day till the weekend, and about a week after our first encounter in the "University of Paris VII - Sorbonne Physics" hall. I was there to further my research in Modern Art History with a friend. The gala was opened to guests and partakers to the three seminars that took place there that week. Medicine from Paris VII, Physics from Paris VII and Art History from Paris I - Panthéon. It was organized to celebrate the end of that week-long series of conferences. I stood there, talking to my friend Wassily, who had also joined me in Paris, about our next flight.
I was attending my last year of PhD at the Moscow State University at the time. While I was headed to bar for a glass of champagne, I noticed someone standing on my left. I didn't recognize her at first, I only noticed her perfume. She stood there waiting for her glass of overpriced champagne, then she said "Bonsoir" all the while graciously taking it in from the waiter's whitegloved hand . I nodded once in reply. After she left, I liked her even more, stupidly standing there with my glass of champagne. And that was it for the night.
I got back to Russia with my friend Wassily the day after that gala, not managing to take the shortlived encounter with this blond and beautiful girl, in a hall where I should not have been. In the first place.
Two months went by and so did the Moscovite winter.