Love story,the most romantic thing I've ever heard spoken....
84One simple line...that opened my eyes
We've all,at one time or another, heard something said that touched us in the deepest way.Something that opened the doors of our heart's and released a flurry of possibilities...including the idea that love my be real in our own lives if we open ourselves up to it.
I shall tell you a true story from the perspective of a man who has experienced the worst this world can met out,a man who's heart had turned to stone...as a matter of survival...not knowing that shutting out the pain also shuts out the pleasure...that man was me.
I left home early on,in search of...What,I do not know.My mind was so wrapped up in this search that I lost contact with everyone from friend to sibling to parent.
Every few years I would unexpectedly pop up at my parents house...I needed to see what time had done to the people from my used to be life.On a lazy beautiful delta day I walked up to the back porch door of my familial home...the house was built in a shotgun fashion...a door with window,a short entryway,a second door with window looking directly into the kitchen where I saw my mother,back to me,standing at the stove cooking.I took a moment to really look at what seventy three years had done to this young Italian beauty...time was not kind to my mother.She was short and heavy,with wide hips and her breasts had been conquered by gravity.Her face seemed to have withered some how into a mask of resignation.
As I started opening the door I saw my father,seventy five and physically a shadow of the man he once was,walk in from the living room and ease up behind her.I froze,door half open,in fascination of what my mind told me was about to happen.He slid his hands from her hips up her ample waist to her breasts.I barely heard his whisper"Amelia...lets go into the bedroom and fool around".She turned to face him[neither had noticed me in that hallway]and lifted her tired face to his"I'm to old and don't like sex anymore.I've had eight children and I slave everyday...go find a beautiful young prostitute...I'll even pay for her".
Now dear reader,I shall quote to you the most romantic thing I've ever heard spoken.Very calmly my father looked into her eyes,a softness I'd never seen in his face,and said..."No...your my wife...your beautiful to me...I want you"...Some long ago connection must have come back to life in her.She held his face in her hands and kissed him on his lips for a long moment,then she turned off the stove and took his hand and said,in her thick Italian accent,"...come on-a,I'm-a gonna take-a good care a you".I watched them move slowly through the living room door heading for there bedroom to take delight in each other once again.Of course I did have the decency to turn around and leave till the next day.
The next evening,my father and I were sitting in his study,he with his wine and I with my beer.I asked him how he had kept his love alive for fifty two years.His answer brought a moisture to my eyes that verged on tears"Son...when I look at her...She's still eighteen to me".
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Hey Dean, what can I say? Real love does exist. What a beautiful momment, thanks for this.
Beautiful story, thank you so much for sharing it.
I had to bounce up and down on all those buttons. Thank you Sir! Beautiful, useful, awesome, and funny!
I love your style of writing. It is never what I think it will be, and never boring. Always come back for more. Great Hub, thank you for sharing and putting your heart into it.
Thank you all for indulging my memory of the most incredible couple I've ever known.They argued constantly...but always with a smile...and,I suspect,so they could make up.
This brought tears to my eyes! You write well and this story was lovely to read. It's amazing what true love can do x
OH DEAN!!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. This is so touching and amazing. Thank you for this lovely story. It shows me that "true love" never dies. This is so lovely. Your mother sounds like a character! You father sounds amazing....
I was so happy to read this! Thank you! Gx
Someday, I hope to have someone who feels the same way about me.
This post might take a bit of space...I had a lady friend who attracted the Worst men!I used to tell her..."I could put you in a room with Two hundred Nice guy's and One A**hole and you'd walk right up to him"...One day she fell head over heels in love with a Great guy...She used to say"I love him so much my stomach hurts"...Three years latter he was killed in an accident.For years she could not let go...She was drunk and crying on my shoulder one night...The Marine in me knew what to do...so I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her...and I said"You had Three years with your Soul mate!Do you know how many people go their Whole Lives and Never Have That"!...We're still good friends and she recently got married to another great guy...so I guess it worked...I took my payment for that little "heart to heart" in Heinekens at her wedding reception...I may have over paid my self but...I love my Hinny's:)
Dean, it is very early and I just wanted to go to sleep and something moved me to check out your blog. I knew you had posted something new. I am so glad I did. I had a somewhat disappointing evening with my wife. We are separated, but we went to the movies together this evening to watch Eat Pray Love. In her own "wonderful" way, she told me on the way home how I had no personal relationship with God and had no compassion and then wondered why I did not seem interested in engaging in the dialogue with her. Of course, this is my side of the story. She may have an entirely different view, one that might even put me to shame. So love goes sometimes, as we desperately struggle to love each other.
So your wonderful story will allow me to go to sleep, having that image of your folks still loving each other. There is hope. I prayed a few seconds ago, "Lord, don't ask me to stay awake to pray with you as Jesus did the apostles. Just let me sleep with you."
Thanks for another wonder filled Hub.
Vern
Vern my virtual friend.It is impossible to be in your line of work with out compassion...Imposible.The pain women feel in there heart's is very real,it is no greater than ours however....Men have the added curse of required stoicism and the mask we must wear to keep our place in the world.The operative word for us is endurance my friend...you are not alone in this.I must quote our mutual friend H D Thoreau"The mass of men live lives of quiet desperation".................NOW!!!Get your ASS in Gear and Get Back In the War!!!:)))
OMG!! YES SIR!! Wow, it is so weird you say about my line of work. That was her line exactly. "O yes, you are compassionate because you have to be, you are a therapist." I told her she did not really know me. I guess I cannot deny I have a therapist hat, but I like to think I wear it very very rarely--perhaps when I have to call someone to tell them I am charging them for missing their appointment!! But I strive, work at, at allowing my most authentic self come to the surface each and every day. It is "done" in quiet desperation as Thoreau says, as I, like all of us, try to push through the masks and stoicism. I know I was born compassionate. I know that nine months of pain after I was born probably placed armor around my compassion, and so I have happily learned to take the armor off one piece at a time. In the story, Eat, pray love, she talks about finding your word. I am authentically compassionate because it is in me, part of me, God given, even if I worked as a gardener instead of a therapist! So for today, my word is going to be authentic or better genuine or better TRUE!
THANK YOU FOR SPENDING TIME WITH ME THIS MORNING. oNE MAN TO ANOTHER. I NEEDED THAT, BRO
VERN
Hi! cheaptrick
So sweet. I enjoyed very much your description and style. You have a great style. It reminded me of a song in an old Hindi movie - sung by a couple young then (you know Sanskrit so perhaps you can enjoy these words too) "Hum Jab honge sath sal ke and tum hogi pachpan ki bolo preet nibhaogi bachpan ki" (when I will be sixty and you will be fifty five, shall we continue to be in the same deep love as we are in our childhood).
Wish all couples are like your parents.
Hey! you were planning to be here -when?
Cheaptrick: Wow, I loved it! Was able to look into your soul on that one. Bravo! Keep it up...
Thanks for a heartwarming story Dean. I met an elderly couple few weeks ago. She was 88, He,94. They were my patients. The elderly lady was going to be admitted because of a hip fracture. He was going to be admitted because.... he said, he can't sleep without her. :) They were married 15 years ago. (Yes, a second love). They held hands every night they sleep. I am teary-eyed with the affection they both have for each other.
Dean what a great introduction to your writing. You write like a cowboy that shoots from the heart. Thank you for the wonderful Hallmark moment you captured for us there. It illustrates the truth of the saying that beauty does not reside in the person but in the heart of the one who sees them. When we can call forth that beauty in another we are blessed indeed. Nice to meet you. =:)
Thanks for your comments Y'all.I tell my GF that we all are a cross between our moms and dads.My dad was an incredible"Do the right thing"kind of guy.My mom was a loving nurturing Complete Wacko...and I...well,draw your own conclusion:)
Hmmm...Dean is it?
Don't be to hard on those who have had a love taken from them in death.
Grieving takes time.
Even the strongest of us fall short during these moment in our lives.
unBroken...I feel your pain...I felt her pain too,she is my friend.I did what I did because it was time...It was the right thing to do.I would hope you could see I'm not uncaring by this hub.Thanks for stopping by.I hope you find peace in your memories.
That was so beautiful, and so true! My husband & I have been married for 31 yrs., but were together for 5 before that. When I look at him, I see the boy with the long, curly blond hair and kind blue eyes, not the older man with gray hair and gray beard. We see all those times we shared when we look at each other! And he still sings a mean "White Rabbit", he's a big Grace Slick fan!
This hub brought tears to my eyes. What a gorgeous story, thanks for sharing.
You know...I don't reread this hub often,not even to clean it up.Every time I do...the memories bring even me to the verge...cant have that.Thanks so much for your gracias comments friends.
Dean
That is so nice, the kind of pure love we all want. Nice Dean.
Wow! Now that's what Ilike to hear...a true statement of love...straight from the heart!! : ) Loved your story. What made it more special, was it was real! Thanks for sharing it with us. I am an romantic at heart, and this one definitely stirred my strings! : D
Mom Kat 21 months ago
Awwwww! That made me CRY!
It's awesome to hear stories like this.