Hearts & Co.

Quote Iris Simpkins:

Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting."
What an extraordinary thought.

Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that,
but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had.

I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should.
I am constantly amazed by its sheer power
to alter and define our lives.

It was Shakespeare who also said "love is blind".
Now that is something I know to be true.

For some quite inexplicably, love fades;
for others love is simply lost.
But then of course love can also be found,
even if just for the night.

And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind.
The one that almost kills its victims.
Its called unrequited love.
Of that I am an expert.

Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other.
But what about the rest of us?
What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone?

We are the victims of the one sided affair.
We are the cursed of the loved ones.
We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded.
The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space!

Yes, you are looking at one such individual.
And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years!
The absolute worst years of my life!
The worst Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's
brought in by tears and valium.

These years that I have been in love
have been the darkest days of my life.
All because I've been cursed by being in love
with a man who does not and will not love me back.

Oh god, just the sight of him!
Heart pounding!
Throat thickening!
Absolutely can't swallow!
All the usual symptoms.

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible.
How it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you.

It doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join,
or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends.
You still go to bed every night going over every detail
and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood.

How in the hell for that brief moment
you could think that you were that happy.
Sometimes, you can even convince yourself
that he'll see the light and show up at your door.

And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new.
And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again.
And little pieces of your soul will finally come back.

And all that fuzzy stuff,
those years of your life that you wasted,
that will eventually begin to fade.

-The Holiday-


For the people whom have found, lost or felt love.