Ten years ago . . .
Submitted by Heather on August 09 1999 at 23:43:46
In reply to By God's grace I saw him. Submitted by pedro on August 09 1999 at 19:43:49
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. . . I was utterly, devastatingly in love with a gentleman. Too much in love; he broke off our friendship, saying that he never wanted to see me again. Well, I promptly moved to his part of the country. Of course, I told myself that I was doing so because I liked the area, but in reality I just wanted to be near him. I found an excuse to visit his hometown, and while I was standing in front of a shop, I suddenly saw him walking down the street. I kept my eyes glued to the shop window, terrified that he would see me, praying that he would stop and talk with me. He didn't; it was the last time I ever saw him. I met my husband the following year, and I did get a chance to correspond with the gentleman a few years later. I can still remember, though, how my entire existence hung in the balance over whether my beloved would speak to me. That was after only six months of separation; I can't imagine how it must have been like for you, after a year's time. I was wondering something while reading your post; does your young friend know that you're in love with him? I was reading a biography of T. H. White today, about his love for a twelve-year-old boy and how devastated White was when he was unable to see the boy any more. I wondered whether or not matters would have been different in later years (either better or worse), if the boy had known of White's love. Heather |