Waiting 40 years

                I had a very interesting talk today with a man that had stopped by my work. He seemed like a nice enough person. In his forties, owned his own printing company, pleasant to talk to, and seemed like he had a good head on his shoulders. Anyways we got to talking about this and that. Mostly about business and the economy when he mentioned that recently he had a horrid stroke of luck. Without even waiting for me to ask he went in to details about how he had been single most of his life. Never really falling in love or risking to much in way of his heart. He gave no real reason. I suppose some people just never really get around to opening themselves up or meeting the right person. Anyways, he said that he never really fell in love. The way he put he waited forty years to meet a woman. I thought that sounded especially cute. He said the relationship was started well but the girl he had waited for had some demons to overcome as he put it. She was struggling with alcoholism. She had been in and out of therapy a few times with little progress. He loved her very much, but she just had to figure a way out of the situation. But just a few months ago she was drunk and drove off the road dying in a car crash. He was left alone after waiting forty years for this person. He couldn't speak high of her as well. Adding that she was the most amazing woman he had ever met, she was just haunted from her past.

              There are few people that can tell me their relationship stories and bring about sympathy from me. Perhaps I am jaded perhaps I am just numb. But I knew how he felt. I felt like I waited so long for Rose to come in to my life. Like the last 25 years were all just a prelude to being with her now. I looked at him explain to me that he had found that, held that in his arms, and had it ripped from him. I knew exactly how he felt. I had felt that way the last few weeks. But my heart could not help by feel for this poor man as he, only two days before I had kissed Rose goodbye at the airport, had lowered his Rose in to the ground. I count myself lucky after that conversation. Like I had dodged a bullet. I hope I don't ever know how he felt,. But I do think that while I am fortunate enough to be in my situation, I have the need to tell my darking Rose that I love her so much. If I was ever to loose you, my life would be shattered. Please take care of yourself for both our sakes. And no matter what haunts you from your past, lets take it on together. I love you sweet heart.