Love Lost...
It's been said that love lost makes the most romantic and tragic stories. Well, if that is true, my life is one big sad tragic tale.
This isn't meant as a complaint of my spinsterhood. I'm actually quite proud of that status. I'm not sure I'd marry even if a guy was interested. I'm sure that some people (I think that most of us on here know which "someone" I'm referring to) may say it's because I'm selfish or immature or whatever.
No. The truth is that I was scared. Jeremy was so handsome and sweet and, as far as I felt, out of my league. When I had finally figured he wasn't out of my league, life got in the way.
And, like most tragically romantic stories, I never really got over him.
I loved once more, but Shane wasn't Jeremy. Shane was romantic and sweet and just like Jeremy, but he couldn't rise to the level of Jeremy. I couldn't see myself with Shane the way I could with Jeremy.
WHen I met Jeremy, we were standing duty on the quarterdeck. When he stood next to me, I knew. A couple years later, he and I were on the phone talking. I had told him that if he had asked me that night to marry him, I would have. He laughed and said he had thought about it.
Oh. He was handsome. His dishwater blonde hair and green eyes. He was barely taller than me. I'd guess he was 5'6" or 5'7". The epitome of a Sailor. He looked so handsome in his uniform. I never thought that the Johnny Cashes were as sexy as the Cracker Jacks, but Jeremy made the JC's sexier than the CJ's.
As I think of him, my heart smiles. And so do I.
I never really got over life taking him away from me and so I will be a spinster for the rest of my life. I guess that I will always love him and no guy will ever be him.
Maybe, to some degree, I've romanticized him because he is my greatest love. I never doubted his love for me and I have never felt safer with anyone ever in my life, except for Dad.
No. A spinster I am and a spinster I'll remain unless Jeremy walks back in my life. Until that time, if it ever happens, I will remain a happy spinster.
This isn't meant as a complaint of my spinsterhood. I'm actually quite proud of that status. I'm not sure I'd marry even if a guy was interested. I'm sure that some people (I think that most of us on here know which "someone" I'm referring to) may say it's because I'm selfish or immature or whatever.
No. The truth is that I was scared. Jeremy was so handsome and sweet and, as far as I felt, out of my league. When I had finally figured he wasn't out of my league, life got in the way.
And, like most tragically romantic stories, I never really got over him.
I loved once more, but Shane wasn't Jeremy. Shane was romantic and sweet and just like Jeremy, but he couldn't rise to the level of Jeremy. I couldn't see myself with Shane the way I could with Jeremy.
WHen I met Jeremy, we were standing duty on the quarterdeck. When he stood next to me, I knew. A couple years later, he and I were on the phone talking. I had told him that if he had asked me that night to marry him, I would have. He laughed and said he had thought about it.
Oh. He was handsome. His dishwater blonde hair and green eyes. He was barely taller than me. I'd guess he was 5'6" or 5'7". The epitome of a Sailor. He looked so handsome in his uniform. I never thought that the Johnny Cashes were as sexy as the Cracker Jacks, but Jeremy made the JC's sexier than the CJ's.
As I think of him, my heart smiles. And so do I.
I never really got over life taking him away from me and so I will be a spinster for the rest of my life. I guess that I will always love him and no guy will ever be him.
Maybe, to some degree, I've romanticized him because he is my greatest love. I never doubted his love for me and I have never felt safer with anyone ever in my life, except for Dad.
No. A spinster I am and a spinster I'll remain unless Jeremy walks back in my life. Until that time, if it ever happens, I will remain a happy spinster.