Lost Love.

I'm all about depressing posts lately. Bear with me. I'm posting these because, well, I have nothing more interesting to say and I don't want the blog to die either, okay! It's a good blog, even though not many read it. They probably drop in once in a blue moon but that's okay. Why? Because I'm writing for me. And you. Not them.

It sucks, you know, lost love. There're many forms, believe me, many many forms but, I think the worst lost loves are the childhood crushes. The Charlie Brown " little red-haired girl " ones. The loves that were so lost you never had them in the first place. And then inevitably, ten, twenty, maybe forty years later you run into one another and it's entirely awkward. You can call out your whole army of awkward turtles for this one.

What if he doesn't remember you? What if you've grown so senile you've forgotten him? Somehow you both get through the coyness and shyness and learn that back then, both of you did have a thing for each other and gee, why didn't you ever do anything about it? Neither of you know, really. You think back and come up with excuses but it doesn't matter.

It's too late.

Lost opportunity. Lost chances. Lost love.

Well, it's not too late, is it? You're both here now. And that's all that matters. You're both mature adults. So maybe you'd manage to get a hotel room or do the ' your place or mine ' thing. Then you get it on and the results is almost always so anti climatic. Of course it is! Because a person can never compete with the fantasy that the other person invented years ago. It's like Donald Duck trying to fly faster than Superman.

Or worse; One of you is taken. In the interum of the decades of lost love, one of you got tired of waiting and settled for someon who wasn't as good as the fantasy of the lost lover. You know what they say, there's plenty of fish in the sea. And why did they do it? It's because ( and this is the most important part ever ) THEY WERE THERE WHEN IT GOT COLD. So, there's not this other person in the picture who wasn't there twenty or thirty years ago and if she got involved, gee whiz, this might get complicated. So you begin thinking about all the ' damned if you do, daned if you don't ' scenarios. And ultimately, you realize what I've told you from the beginning.

That lost love really sucks.