Post by melindajo2000 on Jun 18, 2012 11:20:22 GMT -6
Hi Jessie here is a Nights of Rodanthe story I wrote for you, I hope you like it. I cant remember if you said you seen it or not, but it has Richard Gere and Diane Lane and is one of my favorite movies. I hope you like my story.
After Paul
Adrienne was busy cleaning her house, getting ready for her ex-husband to pick up their children. It was a weekend like every other one had become- a chance for her to unwind and relax as her kids have drained what was left of her energy by Friday. She loved her kids more than anything, Lord knew that, and even though it was difficult for her to accept the ending of her marriage at first, eventually she’d come to realize that life must go on, and so should she. However, she didn’t come to that realization all by herself.
It was him. It was all him. It was a few nights in Rodanthe and a storm and close proximity to a complete stranger that would set the course of the rest of her life. Little did she know what fate had in store for her and Paul Flanner. If she had, maybe, just maybe, it was possible that she would have taken another course. There was no way she could go through that kind of passion, that kind of escapism, that kind of grief unchanged. Adrienne knew that she had been lost before meeting him, but after losing him, she thought that she had lost her mind.
Paul. If loving him was wrong, then apparently the price was paid for her feelings. Just as she hadn’t thought it possible to love again after her ex-husband, surely she knew that after Paul, loving anyone else (other than her children, of course) would never happen. Not only did she not want to love again, Adrienne thought it virtually impossible for her to do so. To have a love affair that ended the way that it had, so tragically, well, maybe love wasn’t worth fighting for any more.
She had gone on with her life- she knew that’s what Paul would have wanted her to do. But after suffering in silence she began to find solace in the occasional glass of wine, a habit she knew that she had better not start. So without alcohol, Adrienne began to pick up the pieces of her life, as difficult as it was for her.
Certain things reminded her of Paul. The rain. The blues. The meal that she made for him on their first encounter. Night time-especially night time. Sometimes she could close her eyes and imagine that he was still with her. It wasn’t the same after her divorce. After her divorce, she could close her eyes and pretend that someone was still with her. But now-now it was Paul’s arms she still felt, his breath against her skin, his cologne that he wore, she could still inhale. Even though it had been two years since he died, she could still taste his kisses, even though some times she had to try harder than others to.
Adrienne was happy. Yes, she was content with her life and her kids and her friendships. Most of all, she had learned to live with the ghost that was Rodanthe. It wasn’t easy- sometimes her daughter looked at her and it was as if she could feel the inherent sadness that her mother had been feeling. But today was a new day, and for now, that was good enough for her.
The end
After Paul
Adrienne was busy cleaning her house, getting ready for her ex-husband to pick up their children. It was a weekend like every other one had become- a chance for her to unwind and relax as her kids have drained what was left of her energy by Friday. She loved her kids more than anything, Lord knew that, and even though it was difficult for her to accept the ending of her marriage at first, eventually she’d come to realize that life must go on, and so should she. However, she didn’t come to that realization all by herself.
It was him. It was all him. It was a few nights in Rodanthe and a storm and close proximity to a complete stranger that would set the course of the rest of her life. Little did she know what fate had in store for her and Paul Flanner. If she had, maybe, just maybe, it was possible that she would have taken another course. There was no way she could go through that kind of passion, that kind of escapism, that kind of grief unchanged. Adrienne knew that she had been lost before meeting him, but after losing him, she thought that she had lost her mind.
Paul. If loving him was wrong, then apparently the price was paid for her feelings. Just as she hadn’t thought it possible to love again after her ex-husband, surely she knew that after Paul, loving anyone else (other than her children, of course) would never happen. Not only did she not want to love again, Adrienne thought it virtually impossible for her to do so. To have a love affair that ended the way that it had, so tragically, well, maybe love wasn’t worth fighting for any more.
She had gone on with her life- she knew that’s what Paul would have wanted her to do. But after suffering in silence she began to find solace in the occasional glass of wine, a habit she knew that she had better not start. So without alcohol, Adrienne began to pick up the pieces of her life, as difficult as it was for her.
Certain things reminded her of Paul. The rain. The blues. The meal that she made for him on their first encounter. Night time-especially night time. Sometimes she could close her eyes and imagine that he was still with her. It wasn’t the same after her divorce. After her divorce, she could close her eyes and pretend that someone was still with her. But now-now it was Paul’s arms she still felt, his breath against her skin, his cologne that he wore, she could still inhale. Even though it had been two years since he died, she could still taste his kisses, even though some times she had to try harder than others to.
Adrienne was happy. Yes, she was content with her life and her kids and her friendships. Most of all, she had learned to live with the ghost that was Rodanthe. It wasn’t easy- sometimes her daughter looked at her and it was as if she could feel the inherent sadness that her mother had been feeling. But today was a new day, and for now, that was good enough for her.
The end
Jessie, I hope you having a great birthday. 
