By Isolde
Date: 27 December 1998

Grand Passion

I was just sitting here, thinking about you, overwhelmed with feeling,
emotion, love; and it occurred to me that I had finally, finally achieved 
something I had long ago given up hope of...a "Grand Passion".

You know what I mean. That type of love, that we read about in the great 
romantic works throughout the ages.  That elusive dream that poets write 
of and minstrels sing of.  We read of it in books, see it in films, or 
referenced in plays or operas, that once in a lifetime love, a love so 
pure, so absolute, that it takes ones breath away.

I had always found this image, this idea, utterly fascinating.  How I longed
for it.  As a young girl reaching maturity, as a determined young woman, as 
a bride, as a wife, as a divorcee once again looking for love.  But it never 
came to me.  I often wondered why.  Was it me?  Was I just incapable of that 
depth of feeling?  Or perhaps the whole thing was a myth, a brass ring that 
would always remain just out of reach?

At some point, I think I just resigned myself to the fact that no such thing 
existed, that there was no such thing as a soul mate.  That it was better to 
settle for the mundane, the everyday, the common.  I gave up that dream, and 
closed off that part of me. 

But I was wrong.  It does exist.  It is real.

It is you...



October 22, 1998