Love

I realize that I still am in the learning stage of what really happens when a man loves a woman. To be honest, I think a percentage of married people never even really experience that. Of course, they probably think they do. But they marry for other reasons, and they expect that the other will keep the promises they made on their wedding day. But people change. We carry the burden of turning out like our parents sometimes, despite our determination that we will be different. People often marry too young, thinking they have grown up, but they haven't. And when they finally discover what maturity and responsibility is all about, they discover that their significant other has not reached that point, and probably never will. That burning, strong feeling of commitment to the other seems to burn out after a few years. And it turns into resentment for a connection that maybe should never have been made.

Sometimes, people give up the love of their life because of mistakes that have been committed, and they don't have sense to try and fix them. They will never be happy, and their loved one will never find true happiness either.

Marilyn and I meet often over tea-iced tea for me, since I don't prefer the real kind. We discuss love as if it were an abstract form of art, never to be totally understood. The same goes with men.

I wasn't too surprised when Marilyn announced her engagement. I was excited for the couple, who had been separated for so long. Their love was something I had often dreamed of-long-lasting and never changing.