The One

There is someone for all of us, The one who would love us for the simplest reason of all . . . it was meant to be.

"There was once a Lovely Lady who only existed, for her life had ended and she simply existed in a cave of sorrow. The cave was without light, hope and barren of the love she once held so close. She lived, maybe I should say existed for the Lovely Lady was not living, as we all know it, alone there except for her memories and the misplaced guilt of a deed she never committed. Alone and afraid she simply drifted through the days as time passes for one who waits, painfully and slowly. Why is she here and why does she stay? I asked myself that very question and then pondered the possibilities. All my reasons were wrong. The Lovely Lady had given all that was womanly possible of one soul to give to another. He was the one, the one who would love her for a lifetime or maybe two lifetimes. That love was the one, the one love that would be endless and timeless. This time love would transcend the bonds of human mortality and echo through the ages for a second lifetime after they had left this mortal world. This love would shine through the ages mirroring the eternal light of the stars above.  Never again would she have to think twice about the subtle differences between her lover and herself, for he was the one. They were one, two souls who lived and loved through the one love of a lifetime. Two beings transfixed and transformed by the flames of passion and forged into single shinning soul. He knew what to say and what to do, for he was the one. Her one, and for her there would never be another. He will always be the one love of a lifetime.

Forever Love, that was the title spoken in the Lovely Lady’s mind to describe this love. She never had to speak the words “Forever Love” for they were her companions, eternally. Not just simple letters etched upon a page or spoken in time but an endless mural of the life that would be. This time it was forever, for he is the one love of a lifetime. No matter what may come, together they would find a way through the darkened forest of worldly tribulations. No matter what words were spoken or if her heart was broken, somehow they would find their way through the darkness and into the light of a never-ending love of their lifetime. This time she would make it right; do all she had to make it right, for he was the one. She would give all she possessed in the world and within her soul for he was hers forever. He would always be there for her as she promised herself to be there for him, hopefully.

The pain would pass but not the hurt from the realization that her “One love of a lifetime” was not mirrored in the world as he was etched into her memory. She did love him so very much. Why wouldn’t she, for wasn’t he the one?

You and I know that you can never say Good-Bye to the Love of a lifetime, never. They seem to always return at the oddest of moments just to remind you of what used to be. Caring for another to that degree of hopelessness is always trouble. We give to them all we hold within our souls only to be short changed in the receiving end of love and dedication in return. But as Rod Stewart sang in his hit song Maggie May “You stole my heart, I couldn’t leave you if I tried” and we never will. Their memory will always be there. Sometimes I can’t tell if the memory is being truthful towards me, maybe I just created their memory from all the treasured traits and what I prayed they would be. The saddest part of this whole mess is that we possess the memory and not the person as it was written in the lines of our perfect life with our one love of a lifetime. Maybe, their memory possesses us. Maybe, we knew that to be true but we just can’t confess to our soul that we had been a fool for love, once again.

Oh my, my my . . . . . . . Where did we loose our way? Once lost in the darkness, a soul must believe in someone if they want to find the light again. Searching our personal history from yesterday we look for the one who cared for us or maybe the one we cared so much for. The one who loved us without conditions or limits. That memory is simply that, a memory of what used to be. We believe as the Lovely Lady did that they will love us like they once did, with all their heart and soul. But, that thought too is just another carefully constructed memory. A memory created in the right side of our brain, in the area known as wishful thinking. Careful who you choose to lead you from the darkness. Careful who you give your trust and your heart to. Those memories in the past have aged here in the real world even if you believe them to be as they were once upon a time. What was can simply not be again, you just can’t go back. But in our minds we never left, we just put that love of a lifetime on hold until we could continue our lives, with them at our side. That love only lives in our mind never here in the day-to-day world just in our memories. No, you just can’t relive what really never happened.

Some souls are doomed to wander the darkness for all their lives; they are here to lead you astray. They promise the gift of knowing the way home only to lead you into the light and then back into the darkness, once again. These souls are doomed to spend all eternity in damnation and could care less. They are here for the game, not for the prize. They play the part so well because they have forgotten whom they are and have evolved onto the very false-faced fool they pretend not to be. Ah, their lines have been rehearsed so well and they deliver the spoken phrases with perfection. You and I know that perfection takes practice, a lot of practice. Could it be they have been practicing their delivery of false promises to others? No, for they are the one, the one who will lead you home, so they say.

I, like you have lived in the darkness of my soul for many years. I found no one to lead me into the light, I just stumbled through the night and spent my days looking for a savior. Anyone who would take my hand and listen to my cry. I too wanted to go home. I called into the darkness for someone to please answer my cry. The answer was always as before, silence. That thunderous silence that never wavered, simply echoed in my mind. No one answered and one day I just stopped asking. I tried to go back and just made a fool of myself, once again.

The Lovely Lady listened to the promises. She believed the words then and tomorrow she would grieve for them once again. We don’t hate them, the false faced fools who made fools of us. We accept our portion of the blame and we let the guilty wander away. The Lady knows all too well, they were to blame. They were the one who played the game and broke the rules. The Lovely Lady pardons that one love of lifetime and he scurries away with her heart tucked quietly under his coat. Pity, I say to myself, she should have seen what was to come. Life without parole in the cave of despair. She refuses to admit it but she knows in her heart that she sentenced herself for a crime she never committed.

Simply existing in the Darkness

I chanced upon her there, in that dark place. She tried to not to show it but the tears were written all down her face. I came not to save her. For we all know that we can only save ourselves. She holds the sword to slay her personal dragon, not I. I hoped to love the Lovely Lady, nothing more and surely never anything less. I offered her a shoulder to cry on and my ear to bend. I knew that she would enjoy the light, once she basked in the warmth of friendly smile and the melting powers of a gentle touch. I knew she was the one. I knew when first I saw her that she was The One. The Lovely Lady is trying to adjust to the light. There are strange customs here in this illuminated land. She is unfamiliar with the phrases here too. Ones like “unconditional” and “undying love”.  The Lovely Lady is trying hard to adjust. She sometimes filters my words through memories of what used to be. Giving old hurtful meanings to common phrases such as,  “I love you” and “I promise”. In time she will learn the true definition of those phrases through deeds not false words. To tell the truth, The Lovely Lady is more beautiful in the light than she ever was in the dark past of yesterdays. And, yes I love her, unconditionally, forever, Amen."

A little bit of "The pinnacle of Passion" by yours truly