Falling in Love with and sometimes foul of my Turkish lover
You expected to leave the Resort with nothing but a tan and a suitcase full of dirty washing. What you hadn’t bargained for was falling head over high heels in love. Now all of a sudden, going home feels like a travesty against your human rights. Holidays and Romance have walked hand in hand across white sandy beaches since the advent of tourism. Today’s woman is just as likely to explore the local man as she is the local attractions.
And for every Holiday daliance, there’s a woman with a story to tell, and this is mine…
All is revealed – The good, the bad and the damn right ugly!
Six foot under the grip of unconsciousness lost to the world in peaceful slumber; though his eyes are open, a sweet contradiction – just as he is. I quietly admire the severe contours of his Ottoman face, and bless the shards of moonlight which strive through the crooked slats of his Grandmothers tiny window. This beautiful being is illuminated in the dead hours for my eyes only. I watch his chest gently rise and fall and realise that if he woke up now I would be embarrassed, as I am truly indulging myself. You see I am completely enraptured, and therefore at the mercy of this man-boy. I feel like I am constantly living in a freeze framed movie still, where the heroine is just about to fall off the edge of a cliff. And just at that moment before I see my life flash before my eyes I make a prayer of sorts, a wish that I will one day spend every night by his side. I am still staring at him in awe, I guess this is love.
– July 2009
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