By anonymous
Date: 18 November 1997

Isn't Love A Funny Thing

A part of me died today.

First, there was the encounter which always filled me with joy.  It was as if 
I’d opened my eyes to the most beautiful tapestry.  There she was wearing the 
smile that I had enjoyed so many times before and yet, like a teenager on his 
first date, I found myself grinning uncontrollably.  I watched her move toward 
me as I was unable to do much else.  Before she passed though, I reached for 
her and took her hand.  Isn’t love a funny thing?

I drove off knowing that something was wrong.  I always knew when something was.

Since the beginning we struggled with emotions of the heart.  It wasn’t suppose
to happen this way, but it had.  I must admit it was some time before I could 
say “I Love You” but that was just me, hesitant to commit to something I 
could not see.  I think she knew her heart long before I knew mine. Isn’t love 
a funny thing?

I knew her color, her food, her laugh, her cry, her scent, her body, her 
number, and her songs.

We dreamed of far away places where boundaries did not exist.  Whether it was 
the warmth of a fireplace in a tiny cabin tucked deep into the mountains or the 
comfort of a big blanket wrapped tightly around us on a brisk Winter day, what 
really mattered was that we were there together… nothing more.  I think we 
could have spent eternity in those moments.  Isn’t love a funny thing? 

I said goodbye today.  I believe it was the hardest decision I have ever made. 
You see true love is not easy to find nor is it easy to let go.  But, it lasts 
forever.  So, with a smile and a tear I write and wait and love.

Somewhere in time we are souls with a common destiny.  Isn’t love a funny thing.