Today is a tough day for me. It was thirty-three years ago that I was thinking about our destination number one on our honeymoon only a few hours after we had said I do, taken pictures and done all the tradition reception activities. We lived as a couple for nearly 22 years. The last few were hard. Alcoholism twists and torments a family until it is hard to recognize happiness. I separated from my long term marriage sure I had failed. But an amicable decision to divorce kept us on track as friends. And an extremely short 2 ½ years later he died.
I will always treasure the good years we had and the WONDERFUL daughter I was left with to go on. But after 8 years now, the death has still not killed the last of my love. I will always keep it tucked away. But I do yearn to find someone and wonder if there is a chance for a second “true love” for me.
I dated someone for many years, it was nothing like that “true love” and did not last. In middle age I wonder if I will ever get that chance for butterflies in my stomach and yearns when we are apart… I have to always hold onto hope.
Here’s a little something I wrote…
(untitled so far)
The day you said you were mine
Will always bring a smile
Although it ended tragically
It was wonderful for awhile
The laughs the smiles the tenderness
Were magical, yes it’s true
In the end it was broken
Our partnership was through
I can’t say the love was gone
It is still here strong today
It leaves me here now weeping
Wishing you hadn’t gone away
Forces have ways of changing
The life you thought you’d live
This night I sit in silence
Wishing for someone to give
The remainder of these feelings inside
A second chance for me to love
A person who will care again
And fit me like a glove
Leigha Robbins 