We were doomed. Anyone could have seen it, anyone except for the two of us in our moment of reckless bliss. I had left behind a challenging marriage, and she was headed into one. Somehow we found each other, and for a little while, we managed to enjoy that bliss together.
I saw something that I needed in her, a caring and soft-spoken angel, a stunning beauty with a sensitive soul and a smile warm enough to thaw the most grievously broken heart. She saw something that she needed in me, I suppose - a seasoned soul, a witty charm, a brash but caring distraction to help her forget the troubles in her life.
We socialized with a group of friends but found ourselves drawn to each other. Walking down the street with the others, I pulled her behind a sign and kissed her. It was a heavenly kiss but short, as the friends returned to see where we had gone. Later that night, I kissed her in a club, passionately, endlessly, publicly. Our friends looked on bewildered. We didn't care. We didn't notice. Nothing existed in that moment except two souls finding each other and unleashing months of misspent passion.
It didn't last, or course. At the time, I was a broken soul with years of healing ahead of me. As for my friend, she still had wedding plans. The dress was bought, the hall was booked, the guests were on the way.
I have no doubt that she was a beautiful bride. It's funny, but I still remember the day when she asked me not to show up on a white horse. I promised her that I wouldn't. Today is her anniversary.
For our last date, we rented Casablanca. My friend bore a striking resemblance to Ingrid Bergman, but prettier and with a better body. It was sweet of her to come over to watch the film with me. It was perhaps the most meaningful time that we spent together. Then, as Rick sent Ilsa off to meet her destiny, I sent my beautiful blonde friend away to find her own.
Love is not a simple thing. It defies expectations. It doesn't always show up on schedule or fit into a neat package. I makes us wait patiently, then it rushes in and presents us with a unique set of demands. We either adapt to those demands, or we miss our chance entirely.
When love comes into your life, embrace it, literally and figuratively. Let it work its way into your heart, even if pushes you outside of your comfort zone. That love might die eventually. It might flee. It might fail. And it will most definitely hurt at some point. You can avoid that pain if you choose to, but you'll be avoiding joy and fulfillment as well. This Valentine's Day, celebrate all of the love in your life, the love that lives in your heart now, and the loves that have touched you in the past. Life without love is barely worth living. Don't miss out. Take a chance on love, and it will take a chance on you.
Copyright © 2017 Daniel R. South