The Journal of Francesca Johnson
Author’s note: This is a
creative piece of a journal I believe Francesca would have written about Robert Kincaid after her
husband returns. Since this is a
bittersweet romance. I believe that it is an irony. I think that this piece captures her feelings
after the fact.
Francesca lives the rest of her life
depressed and living with her distant unloving husband. The outcome of her life is somewhat like the
ending of Dear John by Nicholas Sparks.
In the end of that book, the main character was married to another man
while John was fighting in Iraq. He
returns and finds out, but doesn’t want to disrupt her marriage. Just as Francesca did, she stayed with her
husband even though they both loved another man. Please enjoy my piece, The Journal of Francesca Johnson.
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Have you ever set your eyes upon someone, and just knew you
wanted to be with them? A simple look and instant attraction.......
At that very moment, I saw everything. A ribbon of my
life... A timeline with him. Dates. Our wedding. Children. Us holding hands, gliding into our golden
years. I wasn't sure if it was in the heat of the moment, but I felt a
yearning in my soul. A vital hole of human connection missing.
Something no one had shared with me. Until I had first laid eyes on
him.
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Was it the way he looked at me? Was it the jolt of
desperation and loneliness surging through my body? My heart and mind are
two separate things. They are hard to decipher at times. I couldn't
be sure. But I knew that I wanted to be with him forever; truly and
surely.
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One moment may impact your life, either sending you
hurtling down on your back, knocking your breath away. Or leaving you
distressed and weakened. Then, I didn’t know exactly how he would impact my
life. He just didn’t impact it...he
changed every aspect of my life.
That moment could change the way you look at life and the
very essence of your being. Questioning
whether or not we really exist...or is it a matter of our feelings?
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Feelings may drag you headfirst... That
time. I was pushed headfirst…And definitely fell hard.
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His eyes were warm, kind and slightly
humored. I loved that about him. I remember the way he would look at me. So gentle and kind to me. What a way for someone to look at you. Your heart would just sing…And pound. He made me feel young, and free again. Also,
he made me feel beautiful…truly beautiful.
He didn’t just look at me...He looked at my heart.
Cold.
Dead eyes staring at me. My
husband shakes me. My love is gone. He mumbles something to me, and I shake my
head. I don’t want him to know I was
dreaming, and he mustn’t know. Never did
I want my husband to discover my secret.
It would just be between us and that week.
…Almost as if it were a secret vow.
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