It is one of the few things that you won’t ever be sure of…or is that a true statement?
Love. It’s a strong feeling of affection, concern, sexual attraction, kindness, devotion or adoration toward another person.
Really? Are you serious? One person as a spouse/companion for an entire life time? You’ve got to be kidding.
Well, that seems to be the problem! I did find someone that I could love “forevermore” and um…where are they now? Oh, and don’t even get me started on the price I had to pay.
Baloney! Words are cheap when there isn’t any real honesty and commitment behind them.
The other day my mother started talking about Cinderella and to be quite frank, I felt like barfing. I’ve had my heart crushed. Not crushed like a beer can because that would be bad, but manageable. My heart has been crushed like grapes that are being used to make wine. Every little smidgeon of juice has been extracted from the grape.
Have you ever been in that condition?
Actually, I think a whole bunch of us, if not all of us, have experienced a terrible heartbreak. We extend our love towards another person and it is a gamble because we never really know if the feeling will be reciprocated. We listen to their sweet words, fall totally in love with them, marry them and a few years later ***BAM!*** It’s like a meteor hit the front yard. Everything is a chaotic mess. Angry words have been spoken that can’t ever be retracted. Unresolved conflicts lay abound. Selfishness and disrespect are in every action and word spoken to each other. The marriage ends and leaves in it’s wake, sadness and a broken heart.
I sit in front of the computer and feel twenty five years old inside. However, when I look in the mirror, EGADS! It isn’t all bad. Age brought wisdom, experience, regret, happiness, love and unfortunately, it also gave plenty of time to get my heart broken.
I do know that love can last a lifetime. I actually know many couples who have been together forever. One example of true love would be Alyssa’s paternal grandparents. Her grandfather died not too long ago leaving behind his lovely wife. They were married nearly seventy years. Yeah, you read that right.
I can honestly say that I know they loved each other. Life wasn’t easy for them. They had one daughter that was run over by a car at age two and they almost lost her completely. Then a few years ago, another daughter had a brain tumor that took her life. No parent should have to bury their children. When Alyssa’s grandfather was younger, he was in several wars. All those years he was gone, his wife never knew if she would see him again. Through it all, I know they loved each other tremendously.
My point is that even though my heart is now a raisin (wink), I know deep in my heart that true love can and does exist. Love is worth taking a chance to find. It is worth the sacrifice. Love really is a phenomenal emotion and experience. I may have bombed out a couple times, but I’m the first to cry during a sappy movie.
Alyssa, please don’t judge love by my choices in companions that didn’t turn out to be the best relationships. I know you thought that this whole post was going to be against that gushy falling in love stuff, but I’m all for that messy stuff. A love like in the movie, “The Notebook” is what your grandparents had and you can too. Choose wisely and don’t settle no matter how tempting it might be someday.
You say, “Love can make you a raisin.” Did you ever notice that the word “sin” is part of the word raisin? I have no idea what the significance of that is, or even if there is a significance, but I thought I would point that out and let you ponder on it.
Okay, are you pondering on it?
Well?
What’s taking you so long to come up with an answer?
Okay, it is taking you way too long to come up with an answer. I’ll help you. Maybe the significance is that it is a sin to be so heartbroken by a love that went wrong, that one shrivels up and becomes a raisin and turns their back on love. Now that would be a sin to close one’s self off to ever loving again. Lucky for me when my love went wrong, I didn’t shrivel up and become a raisin. Just the opposite, I became fat! 😀
Did you ever notice that the word “at” is part of the word fat? I have no idea what the significance of that is, or even if there is a significance, but I thought I would point that out and ponder on it.
Okay, I pondered on it long enough. I think that the significance is that the word “at” in the word fat means, “at” anytime when you try to replace love with food, you’re bound to end up fat.
Hey, what a revolutionary thought! Maybe I should write a blog about that!
Ohhh, I just remembered. I do write a blog about that! 🙂
Yes, you do! Duh! LOL
LMBO You are definitely on a roll, Joan!
That is a good analogy. Hmmmm….
LOL You’re funny.
I have been the crushed grape, I have lived alone searching, I am compromising.If I could I would live alone and find my own voice and inner peace. Only, then could I possibly even consider “true love”. It’s rare, but I agree that true love does exist. I don’t know how you find it and do you get more than one chance at it? Maybe I’ve used up all of my chances. Now I know why William said, better to have loved and lost to than to have never loved at all. Thank you William for helping me out. Big sigh!
Yes, a *BIG SIGH*
I am sorry that lasting love have escaped you, but please don’t let heartbreak turn your heart into a shriveled grape. The couple in The Notebook overcame many obstacles (disapproving parents, war, distance, other suitors) but they fought their way back to each other. both parties have to be willing to fight for true love. that also means forgiving all transgressions. if a couple can’t do that, it’s okay to let go. your heart is wounded, not a raisin *hugs*
Thank you, Teresha. {{{{hugssss}}}}
Yes, all of us have been crushed like a grape at least once in our lives, & the recollection of it can crush yet again. At the exciting outset it can be impossible to know if you have found “true love” or another sad memory. I don’t know if everyone can find true love, but I do know that if you love yourself, you are open to the possibility.
I love how open, honest, & loving you are, Sherry. You are no raisin – you are an inspiration.
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Thank you, Skip! {{{{hugsss}}}}