A Sad Tale
Here is a story.
Once upon a time there was this fellow, a nice young man who worked very hard for many years. So hard in fact that rarely did he have time to meet nice young ladies. One day after years of not having any serious relationships he met a lovely young girl who stole his heart. They seemed like a match made in heaven to all who knew them. She brought out the best in him and made him see life in a new way. He learned that work should not consume one's life and that there was much more to be found in love and companionship. With this young lady he had never been so happy, or so it seemed.
Everyone has a past and everyone has experienced tragedy and sadness in their lives. So too had this young woman. The smitten young man believed her to be unable to commit to him because of tragedy still fresh to her. This man was patient and kind and understanding, but it wasn't to be enough.
Once upon a time there was this fellow, a nice young man who worked very hard for many years. So hard in fact that rarely did he have time to meet nice young ladies. One day after years of not having any serious relationships he met a lovely young girl who stole his heart. They seemed like a match made in heaven to all who knew them. She brought out the best in him and made him see life in a new way. He learned that work should not consume one's life and that there was much more to be found in love and companionship. With this young lady he had never been so happy, or so it seemed.
Everyone has a past and everyone has experienced tragedy and sadness in their lives. So too had this young woman. The smitten young man believed her to be unable to commit to him because of tragedy still fresh to her. This man was patient and kind and understanding, but it wasn't to be enough.
One season, the young man prepared for the return visit of his lady by placing roses and presents and things she loved around the house. Unknown to him, whilst he anxiously awaited her return, she was in the arms of another man.
Upon learning of this deceit, the young man was gentle despite his pain and never did he speak an unkind word about this girl who had betrayed him and broke his heart. Others could not understand why the two were never to be seen together again, but they did not know the truth. He bore that burden on his own.
Most perplexing were her attempts to remain close friends with the young man she had offended. She did not see that despite his continued love and well wishes for her, to remain in contact only drove the knife deeper into his heart.
I feel sad for this fictitious fellow.
Upon learning of this deceit, the young man was gentle despite his pain and never did he speak an unkind word about this girl who had betrayed him and broke his heart. Others could not understand why the two were never to be seen together again, but they did not know the truth. He bore that burden on his own.
Most perplexing were her attempts to remain close friends with the young man she had offended. She did not see that despite his continued love and well wishes for her, to remain in contact only drove the knife deeper into his heart.
I feel sad for this fictitious fellow.
posted by Quodlibet at 17:52
8 Comments:
Way too deep
Are you free for coffee on Wednesday
Thanks coffeebigplz for your post! I'd love to go for a drink if you come for a visit!
Our flights are generally quite short - for example today I flew from Calgary, Alberta to Cranbrook, British Columbia and back. It was approx 30 minutes each way. We don't generally fly outside of the two provinces, although the planes are quite capable of flying further of course. They have an endurance of about 4 hours or so and then you need to stop for fuel!
Sean might be flying to Helmut. Where the f* is Helmut??
It's to the East and slightly North of Fort Nelson!
Helmut??? I thought that was the thingy that you had to wear if you were riding a motor bike .... hhhhmmm are you guyz talking in code again???
Oh JEBUS. Can you please post something frothy? Otherwise you cannot be in the cult. ENTERTAIN ME
Hmm, no one's talking about the tale.
May I ask why the fictitious story caught your attention?
Seems to me, the story is not just a story. Know quite a few women like that.
the story makes me feel sad. It also angers me that people can be so inconsiderate about another person's love.
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