My Most Romantic Moment
reverendhornibastard
Depraved Deacon of Degeneracy
My most romantic moment was not what you might expect. There was no nudity involved. There were no orgasms. The setting was not candlelit. We were not alone in some idyllic garden setting or in a tropical mountainside hot spring surrounded by sawo trees and orchids.
We were in a parking lot.
I was not proposing marriage or kindling a torrid new romantic relationship. I was explaining to the woman who in hindsight was the love of my life why I was unable to continue seeing her, much less marry her.
See: “The One That Got Away”
https://www.tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=…
It made her cry. Yet, she knew how much I really loved her. When she had to leave, I walked her out to her car. As she sat in her car drying her tears, I squatted down beside her open car door and told her how very much I loved her. As she had done many times before, she cupped my face in her hands, looked lovingly into my eyes and said, “I know you do.”
Despite that I had just broken her heart, she was able to say those words and comfort me by acknowledging that she knew I truly loved her.
She was a gem.
I think often of our final parting even though it’s been nearly 40 years. I still feel the same way about her today and wish I could find her and tell her how much I still love her.
I’m not even sure she’s still alive. She was 9 years older than I am and would now be 76 years old.
Nevertheless, I still quietly celebrate her birthday every year.
https://www.tuscl.net/photo.php?id=3082
We were in a parking lot.
I was not proposing marriage or kindling a torrid new romantic relationship. I was explaining to the woman who in hindsight was the love of my life why I was unable to continue seeing her, much less marry her.
See: “The One That Got Away”
https://www.tuscl.net/discussion.php?id=…
It made her cry. Yet, she knew how much I really loved her. When she had to leave, I walked her out to her car. As she sat in her car drying her tears, I squatted down beside her open car door and told her how very much I loved her. As she had done many times before, she cupped my face in her hands, looked lovingly into my eyes and said, “I know you do.”
Despite that I had just broken her heart, she was able to say those words and comfort me by acknowledging that she knew I truly loved her.
She was a gem.
I think often of our final parting even though it’s been nearly 40 years. I still feel the same way about her today and wish I could find her and tell her how much I still love her.
I’m not even sure she’s still alive. She was 9 years older than I am and would now be 76 years old.
Nevertheless, I still quietly celebrate her birthday every year.
https://www.tuscl.net/photo.php?id=3082
8 comments
I have one who I look back on like that too. She was a fantastic girl who would have walked through fire for me. But if I was actually back in a relationship with her, then eventually the reasons why I chose someone else in the first place would resurface.
Lots of truth in those comments. I knew her long enough to realize what a gem she was but not long enough to discover her weaknesses.
A more sobering consideration is my own flaws. There is little doubt in my mind that I would have failed her if I had married her. She would have been starting menopause when I was at the height of my philandering ways during my mid-to-late 40s.
Despite the undiscovered flaws she surely had, I am certain she deserved better than me. The most that can be said positively about me was that I was always financially generous and was never verbally or physically abusive to any of my wives or girlfriends. Apart from that, I was surely the husband or boyfriend from hell.
If I had been 30 years younger...
If this beautiful girl had been interested in me...
I like to think I could have had a romantic relationship with my ATF. But it probably would not have worked out.
I wonder about some in my past life also.