Ponderings and Wanderings at 2 a.m., Reflections and Projections
Ponderings and Wanderings at 2 a.m.,
Reflections and Projections
I really am a sentimentalist and a romantic, and I can't help but be preoccupied right now with my relationship with Frank.
Ten years ago, when we first met, I never expected that we would take THIS LONG to get to where we are today, but as I've stated before, we have had more than our share of obstacles and difficulties.
I can't sleep tonight.
The lyrics from "The Long and Winding Road" by The Beatles keep playing in my head.
The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
leads me to your door.
The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day.
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way.
Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried,
Anyway you'll never know
The many ways I've tried.
But still they lead me back
To the long, winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door.
But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago (ohhh)
Don't keep me waiting here
Lead me to your door.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
When we met then, we had actually known each other before, but when we met then, there was just this magnetic attraction between us that I never felt before. I know it sounds corny, but I could literally fall into his gaze and touch his soul.
We fell in love fast and hard. We had passion. A passion that you cannot imagine. A passion that manifested in anger just as often as it manifested in love and lust. The poem I wrote, "There Will Be Wolves" truly captures the essence of our roots.
There were many break-ups, many tears, many arguments, much wrestling for "control".
We have quite a reputation as the impassioned couple, and as such, our wedding is considered quite an event...truly. That is why we are making such a dramatic statement to our local society.
The passionate wrangling came to a head in February 2005 when we had a very nasty, (and I thought final), breakup. We spent four months "negotiating" a reconciliation, and then, failing that, we spent another seven months apart, moving in totally separate directions, putting each other into the past as a memory.
I never stopped loving him.
Evidently he never stopped loving me.
He called me several times from September through December, unsuccessful at catching me at home, and I never tried to call him back, then one day, in January of 2006, I did answer the phone when it rang, (never checked the caller ID), and it was him.
He wanted to see me, said he wanted to "talk".
I said "what do you have to say?"
He said "Lots of Things, but most of all I Love You".
I was flabbergasted!
My new boyfriend was sitting on the couch.
I didn't know what to do.
I followed my heart.
Told the new boyfriend the truth, sent him home, told Frank I would come and meet with him to talk.
I went to meet him, and he immediately proposed!
I DID NOT immediately accept.
We talked for hours, well into the morning light.
We spent the next week in conversations that lasted for hours like that.
I then accepted his proposal.
We got back together, got engaged, and now, 17 months later, we are marrying.
The passion is still there, but not the anger. Our passion manifests in love, lust, harmony and fun...
We grew up.
We grew apart.
We grew back together.
Life can amaze us sometimes, in ways we least expect.
Nothing is impossible.
Romance is alive and well here in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania!
Good Night All.
Copyright © 2007 Brigid Bishop
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