I have been wildly in love twice. Once with A's dad and once with 'The One'.
I will always love A's dad because he is a part of me through her.
'The One'? No one will ever be him. That is both wonderful and sad but I wouldn't change it for the world.
Last summer I spent time getting to know two men. One, 'The Prince' and the other 'The Actor'. They could not be more different from each other or 'The One'. Not even if they tried.
Perhaps that is how I came to let them in to my life. They each brought a different sense about life, friendship and love to me.
I hope I brought something to them. Bring? Is that the better word? They are both still in my life in different ways.
I love them both, but in that kind of love that defies traditions, logic or definition
They have each taken care of me in different ways; each listened to me; watched me cry or laugh or just left me alone to think.
Odd, these two. Two people I did not want to meet.
And here we are, a year later, and they have each shaped me through their own behaviors. I learned to trust in some ways and become more guarded in others. Or maybe it is just that I am guarded in new ways. Or I just think I am.
They have each dated women I have either known, or known about, and I have grown from that as well.
To learn what drives people to some and not others is interesting. And frightening.
30 days to write a story. I can't do that without mentioning the people who have played a role in a year I often wish I could undo. But without them, or this past year, I would not be changed. And change is good. So, here we are. A prince, an actor and a story.
8 comments:
It wasn't a year that shouldn't have happened. it was a year that opened your eyes and your heart and our mind. Besides, you met me LMFAO Just kidding
You learned more about you and isn't that what the journey is all about?
Yeah, what Red said :)
Hello ladies. Do you like the lamp here? Let's face it, I hedged where I shouldn't have and I am further away from feeling 'safe' in love than I was after February.
I am not complaining so much as re-confirming for myself where I went right last year and where I went wrong.
Hell, sometimes, it was both at once. But I did meet you two. So it was not at all even close to being all bad.
Actually let's talk about the pillow. Looks comfy.
@Smarty: It does! I just got new pillows for my real place and they are super comfy.
The experiences, be they mistakes in hind sight or positive defining moments, make us who we are each day. At least you didn't live a "Goundhog" year. You lived, you learned, hopefully smiled and laughed as much (if not more) than you cried and hurt. It will be a wonderful story simply because it's real, it happened, and you get to tell the tale!
@Ms. I LOVE hindsight! It actually helps me a lot to be able to look back and say: Bubbles, why did you do that (or didn't?).
Plus, the writing helps a lot!
Nah, never undo life's timeline. It all happened for a reason. You may not like the reason or even understand it but it served a purpose.
I blogged a while back about having my heart broken a few years ago. I think of it being the best thing that happened to me. Why? It made me stronger. It made me think and reevaluate a lot of things. It got me moving forward in a way that nothing else did. Funny how almost a year of hurting and crying did that for me. Yeah...I cried for almost a year while I was getting myself together. That's a serious cleansing of the soul.
There's a lesson or a few in your last year of life Bubs. There are also plenty of good times you can think back on. If you can, brush the rest of that mess off and continue to live sugar. :)
Oh my goodness, BTW, thanks for the shout out in your blogroll! You're awesome! :D
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