“…unrequited love does not die; it’s only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.” – Elle Newmark
I remember her well.
In a quiet room I sit alone listening to the songs that remind me of her in fondness. Fondness for her touch, the warmth of her voice, the gentleness of her skin and the radiance of the energy she released every moment she was near.
That is the one, the true love, the absolute inspiration.
She knows who she is and she knows the power she possesses over me.
This is what is so incredible about love. It isn’t about the pictures, songs, cliches or stories. It is never about the way we build it up to something that it isn’t. It is about the moments that you lose yourself to the weakness that it has over you.
We always want to be in control of our surroundings and fear those times where we are defenseless to the unknown. Maybe that is why so many of us run away from the possibility of love. I embraced it. It was so rare, so perfect, so calming that I needed to be close. I needed to find the essence of the warmth it provided me. Love wasn’t ever something I pursued or sought out. It was destined to become present to me. With a simple whisper in the air, our eyes met. Two strangers, but before a word was spoken, our life together was already played out in my mind.
Fade in: Daydream
You remember the first kiss under the cedar tree as the rain fell from the sky and a single electric bolt of lightening lit the sky. Water covered our faces but it was the gentle wet caress of our lips that made us safe from the danger around us. It was the perfect union of two souls.
Then that nap in the park as you laid on my chest letting the warmth of the sun put you to sleep while I brushed my fingers through you silky hair.
Your soft curves caressing the long white gown as you strolled down the aisle, a princess at the ball declaring your eternal and graceful love.
The look in your eyes as you saw the ocean blue eyes of our first child.
That first time on the patio sitting in the rocking chair, hand in hand remembering each and every moment of perfection.
Our life was pure, deep and meaningful. It had to be because it was written in the stars far before we met.
That daydream still plays in my mind. A play done in a lifetime of acts. You are the one that got away but I had to meet you. I knew I would not spend me my life waking to your angelic face, but you needed to be in my life for a short time.
I am glad I met you. You changed me. Not that I was down a path of despair or wrong, but in my journey of life a true inspiration needed to guide me. I know you were in my life for a short time but you will remain with me forever.
You are the soul captured in my memory box. I look at you sometimes and smile.
I know you think of me as well. That too makes me smile.
If nothing else, this is a thank you for being a part of my life, then and now.
As you are the one that got away, it is important that you remain that way.