Have you ever thought a story could repeat in the time? Even if 100 hundred years separate both? It’s an appealing idea somehow, isn’t it? Perhaps a bit scary but still. I just can say the story I’m about to tell happened to me. And I can’t ignore it.
The first time I went to Brittany, the French west coast, I was born a month earlier. I’ve gone there every year since then so I can say I know by heart the seaside village I’m referring to.
However one day, I went for a walk. Nothing special, just an aimlessly stroll in order to enjoy the landscape and sea breeze. I was 15 so this place had no secrets anymore for me. I finally reached a cliff pretty famous there. A piece of rock surrounded by the sea. Of course I had already gone there a thousand of times but that day, while I was sitting, I felt something.
I suddenly had the sensation it was where I had to be. As if I knew this place because it had a special meaning for me. I had that feeling I had found out the reason I existed.
I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Listening to the waves and enjoying the wind in my hair. But after a few seconds, I heard a noise so I turned and saw him.
A guy was coming towards me. I just thought he wanted to enjoy the view, after all a lot of people do go there for that. I met his gaze and (I realized that later) the rain began to pour.
But I literally fell in love with him right away too. Yes, at first sight or whatever you do call that. But there was more. As if his presence there was logical and a sort of déjà-vu.
He sat next to me and we started to speak. His name was Jocelyn (a typical name in Brittany), he was 15, like me. And we immediately felt a unique bond between us.
He could finish my sentences and sometimes we didn’t even need to speak to understand what we wanted to mean. Sort of soulmates but it went beyond that.We had a feeling we had already met before. Which wasn’t true. We spent the rest of the summer together. It was the most intense relationship I had ever had.
I won’t give you juicy details little pervs! That’s not an x-rated story! But I promise I’ll post one for my fans… The ones who know me can confirm I can come up with that too! lol
Let’s go and come back to topic… The day I left and I said him good bye, I had a bad feeling. I just couldn’t put a finger on what exactly. We promised we’d keep in touch and that nothing was over.
We didn’t want to, anyway. We’d see each other during the year. Come and visit from time to time till the day we’d be together again. And then we’ll see. We were still very young.However feelings were strangely strong. And when he vanished as my train went away, I could have sworn I would never seen him again. I had that feeling something was about to happen.
A week later I learnt by his parents he had died. He had decided to go to an island with a catamaran and he never came back. They found the boat some days later but empty. It had been very stormy so we suppose he fell over and as he was alone, he never got to go up back. We never found his body. I had never been upset. As if I knew it was how it had to be.The next summer I went back to the cliff and I saw they had put a slab. I came closer and I read the message on it. It was about a legend of the cursed lovers.
There’s a lot of celtic legends there but I didn’t know this one. The story tells a young woman called Agathe (that’s my name) met on this rock Jocelyn, a young man.
Both fell in love at first sight but his boat sank while he was leaving for America (he was a sailor). They were 15 years old and it happened in 1898. Exactly 100 years before I met Jocelyn.
Then the legend says she was so desperate she jumped off of the cliff and the white foam we see on the waves is actually the symbol of the purity of their love.
Still, I’ve not jumped off but for sure I can say that is the strangest crush I ever had. Not strange in a funny /weird way but more in a spookie one. I guess we can call Mulder and Scully…
Of course I still remember him but I have never felt any sorrow for not having seen him back. As if it were normal and logical. Ok I hope I’ve not killed the friendly atmosphere of this thread… And my English isn’t so bad you gave up your reading after the first sentences! Sorry but I’m French and so I don’t speak English very well…Looking forward to seeing the next topic!
