Love StoryI’d been work in the Pari

Love Story

I’d been work in the Paris branch of a London based merchant bank. I remember it was a
beautiful spring day and I’d decided to spend my lunch break in the Tuileries gardens. I
had bought a baguette and some cold meat and found myself a bench next to the pool.
I’d only been there a few moments when a gorgeous young lady come up and asked if she
could join me. She had a thermos flask of coffee and a bag of fresh fruit. We sat on the
bench, shared our meal and chatted for ages. Her name was Sandra and she was working
in Paris as a nanny. We fell in love, and eventually married three years later in London.

We had been having a few problems recently, and I had to admit that our relationship had
got a bit boring since our youngest daughter had left for university.
I couldn’t really blame her. I’d been working such long hours that we barely saw each
others. When we did have some time together, I was usually so exhausted that I simply
fell asleep in front of the TV.
When I had got home from work the night before I’d found a note from Sandra on the
kitchen table. It said that she needed to get away for a few days and would come back
later in the week. After re-reading Sandra’s note it suddenly occurred to me that the
following day would be exactly 25 years since Sandra and I first met in Paris. We had
always celebrated this date together, but this time she had obviously decided to spent it
away from me.
I suddenly felt I had to go to Paris on the anniversary of our first meeting. On my own,
perhaps, I would be able to see things more clearly.
I decided to catch the first Eurostar train the next morning. Soon after the train arrived at
the Gare du Nord in Paris, unsure of where I was going, I bought a ticket and went
straight down to the Metro. Coming out of the Metro, I realized I was quite close to the
Tuileries so I decided to see if I could find our bench.

As it was nearly midday, I bought some lunch – the same lunch I’d had 25 years before.
Then I headed for the gardens, making my way trough the tourists who crowded the Rue
de Rivoli. I paused at the gates of the gardens, wishing that Sandra was with me. I
eventually went trough the gates and walked along the path past some green trees, statues
and flowerbeds. When I arrived at the pool I saw the bench was still there. It was empty,
so I went over and sat down. I took the food out of the bag, tore off a piece of the baguette
and began to eat. Suddenly I heard a woman’s voice behind me.
“So you didn’t forget me absolutely.” It cried. Taken by surprise I suddenly turned
around. I saw my wife: she was really unhappy.
“Sandra!” I moaned.
She turned by the other part and said in tears:
“It is over. Goodbye…”. And then she ran away.
I didn’t try to follow her: it would not be served to make her come back with me.

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Love StoryI’d been work in the Paris branch of a London based merchant bank. I remember it was abeautiful spring day and I’d decided to spend my lunch break in the Tuileries gardens. Ihad bought a baguette and some cold meat and found myself a bench next to the pool.I’d only been there a few moments when a gorgeous young lady come up and asked if shecould join me. She had a thermos flask of coffee and a bag of fresh fruit. We sat on thebench, shared our meal and chatted for ages. Her name was Sandra and she was workingin Paris as a nanny. We fell in love, and eventually married three years later in London.We had been having a few problems recently, and I had to admit that our relationship hadgot a bit boring since our youngest daughter had left for university.I couldn’t really blame her. I’d been working such long hours that we barely saw eachothers. When we did have some time together, I was usually so exhausted that I simplyfell asleep in front of the TV.When I had got home from work the night before I’d found a note from Sandra on thekitchen table. It said that she needed to get away for a few days and would come backlater in the week. After re-reading Sandra’s note it suddenly occurred to me that thefollowing day would be exactly 25 years since Sandra and I first met in Paris. We hadalways celebrated this date together, but this time she had obviously decided to spent itвід мене.Я раптом відчув, що мені довелося їхати в Париж з ювілеєм нашу першу зустріч. Сам по собі,Можливо, я б бути в змозі бачити речі більш ясно.Я вирішив, щоб зловити першого поїздів Eurostar на наступний ранок. Незабаром після того, як потяг прибув вГар дю Нор в Парижі, не знаючи куди я йду, я купив квиток і пішовпрямо на метро. Вийшовши з метро, я зрозумів, що досить близько до наТюїльрі, так що я вирішив подивитися, якщо я зміг знайти наш лавці.Як це було близько полудня, я купив деякі обід-же обід, я мав 25 років до.Потім я очолював для садів, зробити мій шлях через туристів, які заповнили вулиціРіволі. Я помовчав у воротах сади, бажаючи що Сандра був зі мною. Яв кінцевому підсумку пішли корита ворота і пішов на шляху повз деякі зелені дерева, статуїі клумбах. Коли я прибув в басейні я побачив лавці була все ще там. Він був порожній,так що я підійшов і сів. Я взяв їжу з мішка, зірвав шматок багеті почав їсти. Раптом я почув голос жінки позаду мене."Так ви не забути мене абсолютно." Він плакав. Захоплені зненацька, я раптом повернувсянавколо. Я бачив мою дружину: вона була дійсно нещасними."Сандра!" Я стогнав.Вона від іншої частини і в сльозах, сказав:"Це закінчена. Прощай... ". І тоді вона втік.Я не намагаюся слідувати їй: це не будуть показуватися зробити їй повернутися з мене.