'Old fools who believe that they can dance and sing and fall in love After all: love?'— Stephin Merritt
You feel like you have aged once you fall out of love it seems. A serious six month relationship often feels like a twenty year marriage; a five year marriage — a lifetime.
That period after you thought you were in love — that he or she was the 'only one' — that seems to last longer than the relationship itself (sometimes).
It is then that you wake up one day and you doubt that you were in love, doubt that they, in turn, loved you; and, more equivocally — that Love itself exists.
Some of my better conversations come from people I just meet. Not knowing me, this helps provide that unbiased and blunt reality check that we all need from time to time, or time after time, depending how quick you are.
Such was the case when a plan just didn't fall through for me and I ended up at a favorite bar of mine. With only the company of a light beer, a jukebox, and a bartender, I began to delve into fragments and lullabies of Past.
Love and Time seem to be codependent — the Past filled with its Regret, the Present its Lament, and the Future…well in the Future a Lovers’ Sun will set. Whether you are alone or not, the truest Love persists.
Before long the bartender and I became aware of one another, and we discussed such trivia as the reggae song I had entered that played on the scratchy speakers. And we eventually discovered no answers other than 1.) Things eventually happen; and 2.) These things are often for the best.