"And I keep on about the one I can't have."
There's a poem I wrote that starts with that line. And while that poem will never see the light of day again, the line is very pertinent to this blog.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away; fate taunted me. With blind conviction, I rushed towards a goal, and for 15, maybe 20, minutes, I thought I had it.
Only a fool can delude himself into thinking copulation an act of intimacy.
After the act; after the initial rejection; after the awkwardness: We were still great friends. I saw her continue with her relationship, get married, and ultimately get divorced.
Now, I've dated a recent divorcee, and I know that unless you're in it for "fun," you aren't going to get very far. But with this divorcee, I wanted to get my foot in the door before she recovered from her loss, and someone else came along. I had to tell her how I felt.
After the act; after the recent rejection; after the brand-new awkwardness: We are still great friends. I can't change the way I've felt for the past 5 and a half years, so it now becomes my problem. If anything, I would like to offer her support any way possible. After all, love can take on many different forms.
I started with a line from one of my poems, so I'll end with one.
"I just hope that one day I can dream like that again."
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