You know what is worse than finding out the once-love-of-your-life is now married? The irony that she's married to Mr. Wright :P *sigh* (well, that and the surmise that she's no longer active in the church).
Whoever said the universe doesn't have a sense of humor has clearly never met me.
Why does love have to suck so much? Why is dating such a pain? We meet a new person, get to know them and understand them--get a window into their world, so to speak--and then it doesn't work out and we lose that window, and most everything we were starting to see within. That specialness is gone. Yes, friendship is nice and can have some of that specialness--but it's never the same.
I can't complain about lack of dates, since that is going okay for me. Nothing super-fantastic as of yet, but I'm trying.
The whole process of connecting with another person that way--and then losing them when it doesn't work--just strikes me as sad. I know it doesn't always happen that way--but it has often enough with me to be saddening.
So once you've loved someone--and I mean truly loved them, not just dated for a bit or whatever--and then you lose them, does it ever really go away? It sure doesn't seem to for me, but I wonder how others have felt about that.
A poem I was thinking about recently (don't be too impressed, I found it inside the booklet of a Cure CD). Think it kind of applies to my thoughts on the sadness of dating & ending relationships.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought...
For any who might have hoped for a clever, verbose posting here, I apologize. This one's scattered and rather disjointed. Just something I was thinking about--and since I happened to also think that I don't post on my blog enough, well here we are.
Latest Book I finished:
Watership Down, by Richard Adams