I can talk about it now. But for awhile there, it was just too emotional. A few subtle signs lead me to believe it was over between us.
The minute I moved to the South of France, he pretty much left. He even made a public statement that he was going to spend less time in France due to tax reasons. Who can blame me for taking it personally?
Then he rubbed salt in the wound and started hanging out in all the places I might easily be if I wasn’t in France (like Berkeley, for godsakes). Not only did it seem he was making a conscious effort to be where I’m not, he was rubbing it in my face.
Then there were the rumors that he was cheating on
me Vanessa with a younger woman.
The stories that he was involved with Eva Green/his publicist/Amber Heard/some 19 year old didn’t faze me. I just attributed them to a desperate press. But the story and pics of Johnny skulking out of Mary Kate (or was it Ashley?) Olsen’s apartment one morning was like a knife to the heart. I prayed it was just a drug thing.
Now that time has passed and the wounds are healing, the old feelings are coming back. The fond memories of stalking him in quaint cafes, hillside villages and beachy resorts make me realize that like Ross and Rachel, maybe it’s not over between us. Maybe it’s time to resume our relationship. After all, Cannes is one week away and he’s got a movie to promote.
I guess this means I should start shaving my legs again.