I never expected to see a person like you in that sterile classroom preparing for the business graduate exam. But there you were – long black hair raining down your shoulders and back – hair………black as a panther ……..touching beautiful olive colored skin. I had seen women with features like yours before when I was traveling through the Mediterranean, but it wasn’t just your features – it was the way you carried yourself…with so much ease and grace. It wasn’t until the last class that I got the nerve to linger longer than is appropriate…and ask you out.
Do you remember that first night together? We had a few drinks, but that wasn’t why we were laughing – it was because our personalities were so alike…as though we were brother and sister. I discovered you went to a special high school where the curriculum centered around the classic Latin language…yet another heart piercing arrow hit the mark. It wasn’t long after that I asked for your hand in marriage. Of course we had to have two ceremonies, one in the church (you were an hour late!) to appease your family, and one on the beautiful coast of Rhode Island. You looked so beautifully surreal on our wedding day…I don’t know how we lost it along the way. Life, it seems, can grind Love down. But, I don’t want to dwell on that, rather, I want to say some other words.
We moved to the Northwest after graduate school, not for a job, but so I could pursue, in my free time, photographic excursions amongst the Cascade Range and along the Oregon coast. You were so patient and giving on those journeys. Thank you. We created a beautiful son when we were still in Love – you can see this is true by observing who he is and the essence of his being. We have both overcome our lost Love to ensure we are both there for him….until the time comes when he earns his wings. Through him, we have learned about another kind of Love – one that places another above oneself.
You may not have known, but you also were no longer in Love. You know now, the importance I place in Love between two beings – perhaps it is a fault, but if Love is gone, you must face that realization and not linger for the wrong reasons. You are stronger now, independent, making your way, finding your way, and perhaps one day you will find Love once again. You may have recently sampled its power, but that wasn’t Love. Love has to be equal between the two beings. And it seems, Love is comprised of a dual nature — the freedom for each to purse their own ends, but to also put another above oneself. Enduring Love…perhaps… is a fragile balancing act. You are free from him now – find it…or pursue something of interest…whatever that may be.