Love is a Rose

Love is a Rose

Meet Joe Black is a film about love and death. And it stars Brad Pitt, a heart-throb of our time. He has a chance meeting with a young woman at a coffee shop and they converse and connect.

If I married you, I’d want to give
you what you wanted, I know it’s
old fashioned and all that, but
what’s wrong with taking care of a
woman? She takes care of you.

Old fashioned? Perhaps…

And her father, the always so excellent Anthony Hopkins as William Parrish:

Love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. I say, fall head over heels. Find someone you can love like crazy and who will love you the same way back. How do you find him? Well, you forget your head, and you listen to your heart. And I’m not hearing any heart. Cause the truth is, honey, there’s no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love, well, you haven’t lived a life at all. But you have to try, cause if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.

I will never experience the kind of enduring love that many do. The kind of love that enters into a fourth, or fifth decade. I have not met nor do I believe, ever will meet a man whom I could devote myself to. I know they exist. I admire them from afar. I’m not a husband-stealer. I know a man who climbs mountains, dresses up fine, arranges roses from the bushes in their backyard, carries his aging mother-in-law down the stairs when she comes to visit.

From afar. The good ones truly are taken.

I spent too many years yearning for the ‘bad boy,’ while all the good ones were being plucked off like the roses in my muse’s garden.

When I entered the world of internet dating with all these men’s faces there before me on the screen, I thought, aha, at last I will find him. Surely one of these one-dimensional images will transform into a real life love that will blossom, like my Oklahoma Rose. Triple digit meet and greets have proved to be a failure. Yes, I’ve learned a lot about myself, men and relationships. During this time, ten years, I’ve become so independent, buying a condo on my own, doing repairs or finding someone to help me, facing fear down in the middle of the night, planning time off without a mate and enjoying myself, has transformed me into, as Gloria S. has stated, the kind of person I’ve always wanted to meet.

I woke early this morning, Father’s Day, around 4 AM and decided to get up and literally smell the roses on my deck. Early morning light ~ the kind of light that only the approaching summer solstice brings, makes me think of my childhood, the excitement of summer. I press my face close to a purple-red cluster that bloomed overnight. Sweet and intoxicating. I snipped off one perfect specimen and placed it in a vase on my coffee table, preserved and to be admired, but only for a short while. I know, but will enjoy it while it lasts.

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