I have found almost everything ever
written about love to be true.
Shakespeare said, "Journeys end
when lovers meet. " What an
extraordinary thought. Personally I
h~ve not experienced anything
remotely close to that but I'm more
than willing to believe Shakespeare
had. I suppose I think about love
more than anyone really should. I
am constantly amazed by it's sheer
power and by all its subtleties and
complexities.
It was Shakespeare who also said,
"Love is blind". Now, that, is
something I know to be true.
And for some, quite inexplicably ...
love fades.
For others, love is simply lost.
-- But then of course, love can also be found.
Even if just for the night.
And then there's another kind of
love. The cruelest kind. The one
that almost kills its victims. It's
called, unrequited love. Of that,
I am an expert. Most love stories
are pretty much about people who
fall in love -- with each other.
But what about the rest of us? What
about our stories? Those of us who
fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one sided affair.
We are the cursed of the loved
ones. We are the unloved ones.
The walking wounded, the
handicapped without the advantage
of a great parking space. Yes, you
are looking at one such individual.
Yes, there ... in the blue sweater.
That's right. That's me. And I
have willingly loved that man --for over three miserable years.
The absolute worst years of my
life. The worst Christmases, the
worst birthdays, New Year's Eves
brought in by tears and Xanax.
These years that I have been in
love have been the darkest days of
my life ... all because I've been
cursed by being in love with a man
who does not and will not love me
back. Oh, God, here he
comes ... heart pounding ... throat
thickening ... absolutely can't
swallow ... all the usual symptoms.
