“Oh, so that’s what it is.” Marie just looked at him, disbelieving. “You’ve shut down Richard……do you realize how awful that is?” “What do you mean?”, he asked, getting nervous that she would reject him. “In order to feel safe, in order to not feel pain, you have shut down internally.”
He said nothing, but he guessed their relationship was over now, before it began. He looked out over the pond, realizing he had talked about the loss of his wife and baby, in the most monotone, robot-like voice he could.
For the next two days they did go walking in the park, but it wasn’t the same. Something was missing. He was even more afraid now to feel, than he had been before, and she was bored with it.
When they stood on the bridge one day, she said, “Look Richard, I’m probably not the woman you need……you haven’t even showed me the paintings you have done…..” At that she looked slightly hurt. He wasn’t sure what to do or say. He knew he needed to live again, but he wasn’t sure how.
He did manage to say, “I really enjoy our time together.” She smiled but said, “Richard you need to paint again, and until you do, we are going nowhere.” “You need to find the light once more.” He scoffed and mentioned that if he did paint, it would be nothing but black and gray, an awful mess. “Then paint it!” She turned to leave, and looking over her shoulder, she said, “Painting is a bridge for you…… paint, and you will find life.”
He avoided her for three days, walking quickly past the gallery, to and from the elevator. She was hurt, and wondered if what she said, had been too harsh. She took a chance though and spent a lot of money on buying two tickets for a special exhibit, of original Van Gogh paintings. She wanted to go with Richard.
He was also taking chances. He wasn’t painting yet, but he started looking at the work he had done. He realized they were actually pretty good. He took a day off from work, and took two of his best paintings, to show Marie at the gallery.
As he walked in, tears filled her eyes. “I have something to show you…..”, he said. He carefully removed his paintings from their leather case. She was stunned, and said. “These are so beautiful!”
They talked for a while, both smiling from ear to ear. They did make plans to go to the Van Gogh exhibit. He said, looking her in the eye, “Thank you for the other day……” That was all he needed to say really.
Neither of them knew if they would wind up lovers, but suddenly life was better…. than a Monet painting.
I hope you enjoyed this series!
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