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I'm not going to lie. This has been the hardest week of my life. Trying to put this all behind me, is a lot harder than I thought. The pictures never lie and there I was, crying, in front of millions of people. I got dressed and ran quickly. I run often. I used to run a lot more. This time I needed to be alone, away from everyone else. The tears ran down my face, as I ran from reality.
I ran when he kissed me. I remembered that, running. And look where that got me. I am in a wonderful relationship with a man I love with all my heart. My best friend, my lover, my soul mate. I didn't believe in that until I met him. Now I do. I ran back into my cell, and shut the door. On my bed, a cyclone of sheets, as I let it all flow, through my head and through my tears.
I heard a knock on the door. I didn't want to answer it. Here I was, hair on my face, tears streamed down my cheeks, I was locked up in myself. That is what I needed. But in a way that time I needed something more. A few threats from the two men outside and finally I opened the door. I don't think I'd ever looked worse than I did right then. The woman, broken inside, her dream of an Olympic medal gone. Yet they did not run away, they put their arms around me. Olivier, who one day I met through the recommendation that we would look nice together after my brother stopped skating, who I have skated with for fifteen years... and the man I love more than life itself. I invited them in, we talked. I screamed, I cried, they screamed, they held me, they made me laugh and in the end we came to a decision. We're not stopping here. We came this close, and all three of us will be there, to fight once again.
The games are over for now. But we will be there. We had a gala in Bercy the other day. It was great to see Marina et Gwendal, Sarah et Stephane, Johnny, Surya, Elena, Irina, Evgeni and everyone on the ice and off. But most of all, the support we got from everyone really touched me, and from all of you. Merci beaucoup.
Brian, you most of all. Give me the will to carry on. Merci. I love you with every fiber of my being. Je t'aime.
Bisous,
Isa
I ran when he kissed me. I remembered that, running. And look where that got me. I am in a wonderful relationship with a man I love with all my heart. My best friend, my lover, my soul mate. I didn't believe in that until I met him. Now I do. I ran back into my cell, and shut the door. On my bed, a cyclone of sheets, as I let it all flow, through my head and through my tears.
I heard a knock on the door. I didn't want to answer it. Here I was, hair on my face, tears streamed down my cheeks, I was locked up in myself. That is what I needed. But in a way that time I needed something more. A few threats from the two men outside and finally I opened the door. I don't think I'd ever looked worse than I did right then. The woman, broken inside, her dream of an Olympic medal gone. Yet they did not run away, they put their arms around me. Olivier, who one day I met through the recommendation that we would look nice together after my brother stopped skating, who I have skated with for fifteen years... and the man I love more than life itself. I invited them in, we talked. I screamed, I cried, they screamed, they held me, they made me laugh and in the end we came to a decision. We're not stopping here. We came this close, and all three of us will be there, to fight once again.
The games are over for now. But we will be there. We had a gala in Bercy the other day. It was great to see Marina et Gwendal, Sarah et Stephane, Johnny, Surya, Elena, Irina, Evgeni and everyone on the ice and off. But most of all, the support we got from everyone really touched me, and from all of you. Merci beaucoup.
Brian, you most of all. Give me the will to carry on. Merci. I love you with every fiber of my being. Je t'aime.
Bisous,
Isa