I need your help; your input.
You see, a very important anniversary rapidly approaches.
It’s not one celebrated with balloons, magnums of champagne or even a card.
It’s an auspicious day that only I hold dear and I’ll acknowledge it as I always do—in the quiet of dawn or at the end of the day in the relative tranquility of an Southeast Texas sunset.
I’ll take a moment–after almost four decades, that’s really all the time I can afford to give it– and I’ll remember that one truly innocent time in my life when I believed in magic and forever. It was a love so abiding that I have yet to duplicate its intensity.
Frankly, that sad reality has made my adulthood rather bittersweet.
I don’t obsess, but I think about him from time to time. I think about what we once were. How I felt and the millions of reasons why it made me feel so incredibly special.
I can remember looking into those blue eyes of his–how they all but disappeared when he smiled. In them, I saw the best that life had to offer. It didn’t matter that I–we were as young as we were. Love is love.
I pray that someday I’ll find that again, but I don’t think I will.
What I had with him was unique; most definitely “once in a lifetime”.
Then again, all first romances are.
But MM represents more than just a relationship. He also represents a time and a place that felt safe and secure. I felt safe and secure. It was the last time my family was a cohesive unit. Before the anger, the resentment….the divorce.
Life was good to begin with; that I was in love to the degree I was in love, was just icing on the cake.
And it was an incredibly sweet time. Every song from that time, the smells, the style of clothes, the movies, the TV shows…My God, has it really been 36 years?
I wonder if he ever thinks of me?
Does he even remember?
Did I mean as much to him?
Love is a funny thing.
We never know its true depth until we’re no longer in it’s throws.
Sometimes, love is enduring.
Sometimes it’s fleeting, but it’s always impacting.
So, in honor of the love of my life, I want to know about yours. Who was it? When was it? And why this person in particular? How and why did he or she capture your heart? And what happened?
Tell me about it. Please leave a comment here.
I’m going to write a special post which will be published in the coming weeks. And I’d like to include your stories, too. Make up a name–I don’t care, but I would like your real age and the city you now call home. This post, by the way, will remain up for a few days. I want to get as many stories as possible.
Share with me won’t you? Your experience with real love, that wonderfully confounding emblem of eternity.
Time is too slow for those who wait…too swift for those who fear… too long for those who grieve,too short for those who rejoice,….but for those who love, time is forever.
~Henry Van Dyke