"I've found almost everything ever written about
love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end
in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought.
Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely
close to that, but I am more than willing to believe
Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more
than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by
its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was
Shakespeare who also said "love is blind". Now that
is something I know to be true. For some quite
inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost.
But then of course love can also be found, even if just
for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the
cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its
called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most
love stories are about people who fall in love with each
other. But what about the rest of us? What about our
stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the
victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of
the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking
wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of
a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such
individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over
three miserable years! The absolute worst years of
my life! The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's,
New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These
years that I have been in love have been the darkest
days of my life. All because I've been cursed by being
in love with a man who does not and will not love me
back. Oh god, just the sight of him! Heart pounding!
Throat thickening! Absolutely can't swallow!
All the usual symptoms."
