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A Romantic Encounter

Him (tears in his eyes, heartbroken): I want you to know that I love you, that I'm sorry for my weakness and frailties, and that I will try and do better. I think I am doing better than I was before, and I just want to please you and make you happy. I am very grateful for your continued patience as I try to be the kind of man I want to be.

Her: You need a haircut. It's getting a little long.

Comments

lillysmum said…
Damn. That would be NOT the race that knows Joseph. Sigh.
Bill Cobabe said…
Kind of pathetic, innit? You'd think this guy would learn not to open his heart like that. Makes him feel a bit like a sucker.

But he just can't. He keeps hoping that maybe, one day, she will get it. Or that he will say the right thing to really reach her heart. :/
lillysmum said…
I think he has a great hope. But, I don't think her heart can be reached. Not in the way he desires.
Bill Cobabe said…
I really wonder how people live like that. It seems a half existence. Like eating only rice all the time.
lillysmum said…
It is half existence. But, it is easier if you are not of the race that knows Joseph. Intimacy can hurt. Intimacy takes effort. Intimacy, while very fulfilling, means that you can't be selfish. You have to want to know the other person as much as you want to be known. You are basically handing someone a weapon and trusting them not to use it against you.
And again, some people are not aware this kind of intimacy exists, and if they are, the desire for it is as foreign to them as the lack is to you and me.
Sometimes, yes, we are fools to continue to reach for it somewhere we know we won't find it. I've done this myself, a couple of times.
Bill Cobabe said…
That's really the rub, isn't it? To hand someone a weapon that may be used to cut and harm, in the hope that they won't. Because to not hand it may be worse. Not knowing that intimacy, not ever experiencing it.... I couldn't live like that. Although I've had to. Weird. Life is weird.
lillysmum said…
Yes, that is the rub. But you have experienced it, I think. Just not often. And...you've chosen to live like that, haven't you?
Bill Cobabe said…
I suppose I have. Although I sometimes feel that my choices were dictated by the actions of others, well-meaning though they may be. And sometimes other people's choices have impact on my ability to choose, or on the outcomes of decisions I've made not fully appreciating the potential outcomes.
lillysmum said…
Yes, I agree with all of those thoughts. And yet...
You weight the pros and cons in your own mind and make your own decisions even now. Your destiny is still yours, although it does affect others.
Bill Cobabe said…
Yes, life is interesting, and hardly ever as simple as a binary series of choices. I am aware of people who see things as very much black and white, and I almost envy the simplicity with which they live their lives. Almost. Because I also think they sometimes miss some of the richness of life, and cut themselves off from experiences that they might otherwise have had.
lillysmum said…
Black and white would be nice...sometimes.
Bill Cobabe said…
Would it, though? I don't know. And anyway, I don't know if I could do that. Now that my eyes are opened, I don't know if I could close them.
lillysmum said…
No, of course not, now. But, sometimes I think it would be nice to be that way. It must be simpler. So much simpler, if you've never had your eyes open right?
Bill Cobabe said…
I suppose. I can remember a time when things seemed very binary to me as well. I've since learned different. It was more simple then, but not nearly as wonderful.

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