I have to wonder if they've met enough people.
I mean, was he the love of her life because her parents locked her in a closet and didn't let her come out until the day of the arranged marriage?
I have to wonder, because
and they were all very different people.
There's Scott, my kindergarten boyfriend that would sneak "gifts" from his sister's dressing table to bring to me at recess. I knew he would forever be the love of my life.
Then came The Brown boy (yikes, memory!-- I remember his brothers names but not his) whose tight-lipped kiss made my knees go weak. He was the love of my life until I dumped him and went out with his brother, another Scott. 6th grade was worse than a soap opera.
High school's David C... sigh. How my heart fluttered around Dave. His skin smelled like coconut and we listened to Michael Jackson while holding hands. HE was the love of my life.
Until he moved away.
Pat. The older boy I crushed on from 8th grade through high school (yes, same time as Dave, and?). Occasionally he threw me a date or two and when I came back from college, he suddenly had a change of heart and decided I was worth pursuing. Even though I had believed he was the love of my life, I didn't think we had the same goals for our future...
Chuck. Toothpaste model looks, sweet little-boy innocent heart. I have never cried so hard and for so long as when we had to go our separate ways. In different circumstances, we would have grown old together. In my future dementia, I may believe that we did.
Dana, made me feel alive! He had charisma overload. There was never a better dancing partner and laughter felt good again, did I mention he was the love of my life?
Of course there were others
What if I had stopped on love of my life #1?
Surely his sister would have run out of fingernail polish eventually and then what would we have had to talk about other than dodge ball?
For some reason I feel like breaking into a chorus of Mambo #5
"A little bit of ____ in my life,
A little bit of ____ by my side.
A little bit of _____'s all I need,
A little bit of ____'s all I see...."
A little bit of ____ by my side.
A little bit of _____'s all I need,
A little bit of ____'s all I see...."
Are you married to the love of your life?
Are you sure?
Are you sure?
Have mentioned lately that I love reading your blog?
ReplyDeleteI thought I was sure, but now I am not so sure. hmmm... ;)
No, in all seriousness, my husband is not the only man I have ever loved in my lifetime, but he is the one that I will love for a lifetime!
Hmmm...is there a "love of your life"? If that means there's only one person for you, forever and ever, then no, I don't believe in that. However, I do believe that I am married to who I am meant to be married to, and I do believe we'll be married "until death do us part". Then though? After experiencing what we've experienced, I would definitely hope to have love in my life again, should, God forbid, something happen to either of us and our happily ever after is interrupted.
ReplyDelete(Is this what you stay up all night thinking about??? *wink*)
I LOVE this post because I too think about this!!! Someday we so need to do lunch a discuss this---or at least have an in depth email..........
ReplyDeleteIt's the old story of Mr. Right vs. Mr. Right Now.
ReplyDeleteLet's hope that, as we grow older, we grow a bit wiser - maybe then we'd outgrow our #1 love from our immature days.
I'd hate to think there's only one out there...
I've thought about this too. I'm married to someone I love who loves me. That's enough for me. Are there others out there whom I would also be able to love? I believe there are, but I don't need to go looking. I've already found someone to share my life with.
ReplyDeleteHm. I like to think I am, but I haven't had near the experience. And I like to think so because if I said otherwise, I would feel the wrath.
ReplyDelete"Toothpaste model looks". That is some serious looks. He must have had really great teeth.
Well, I thought I'd found the love of my life when I was in high school. I even prayed about it and felt he was the one. Trouble was, he never asked me out.
ReplyDeleteI've thought about this question often. I watched as my sister lost the first love of her life when he was killed and she thought she would never marry again. Then just a couple of years later, she found herself meeting and falling for the second love of her life. And he was mostly bald so she must really love him.
Ditto yeah what you said and I have ah longer list.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was with one I loved him madly until whatever happened to no longer be together. There were some seriously great kissers and good lookers, but what I have now is the faithful and true.
Over time we love each other more not less. He still makes my knees go weak and my eyelids close. To answer your question I think that this is the man who loves me truly and I truly love him, 26 years of it.
Great idea for a post!
I believe the love of your life is what you make it. I'm married to mine because I choose it. I also choose to not think about otherwise situations because it would undermine my happiness. Are you trying to tell us something?
ReplyDeleteThe love of my life left me for another woman after 14 years of marriage.
ReplyDeleteMy second love is a good, generous, interesting man. I was older and wiser the second time around.
The love of my live is now kind of a lonely guy. I'm glad I'm where I am.
I always say I married the love of my life. And he says the same thing. I was engaged before but didn't follow through. He wasn't the love of my life. I think there are still men out there that I could love forever if I had to. But my husband is my best friend and I think that combination of friendship and love makes him the love of my life.
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