In love for all his life with every poet’s idea of love, he always wandered around in some kind of dazed dream. Always he held out hope, no matter how slim, for a chance romance not happening for him now. Advancing age made rarer the kind of match he’d ceaselessly seek, but he forged or intent on finding it anyhow.
His belief always was that his heart could find The One, no matter how. His friends quietly thought of him as some kind of tragic clown. He was bound for heartache, they said, not learning from the increasing time of drought. That he’d keep grasping for some never realized love, they had no doubt.
Man, they’d think, you’re too old to find love anyway. Try taking joy in the blessings you have all around. Family and friends will always save the day. So many joys besides a partner’s love abound.
And maybe they’re right since he’s still searching. Or maybe he’ll find The One, and if so, end his longing. Perhaps if you believe hard enough in real romance, who knows, but one day you may find it just by chance.
Lanning Lee 