(original post date: July 8th, 2011)“Yes, I thought, I will make a note of that face – the face of the woman stitching a very thin, lustrous green silk at a table in the restaurant where we lunched at Vienne. She was like fate – a consummate mistress of all the arts of self-preservation: hair rolled and lustrous; eyes so nonchalant; nothing could startle her; there she sat stitching her green silk with people going and coming all the time; she not looking, yet knowing, fearing nothing; expecting nothing – a perfectly equipped middle class Frenchwoman.”
-Virginia Woolf
There were so many things I wanted to say when you handed the project over to me today. Things that perhaps I can’t articulate properly at this hour given the fact that I’ve only slept less than 8hrs in the last 2 days and I’m nodding off every now and then.
I can’t believe this is really it. So much responsibility given in trust, and so much dedication given in love and passion. With opening night upon us, all I could think about is how I’ll miss you and your laughter throughout the show. And who can resist those incredibly perfect interlocking hugs!
In the short few months I’ve (sort of) gotten to know you, I have come to adore and respect you for the wonderful person that you are. There’s just this unspeakable charm and attraction that keeps me magnetized… A touch of gentleness and a burst of confidence, all mixed in preserverance and wrapped in love. You are an inspiration, boss. I’ll see you from the other side :)
xoxo
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