Remembering crushes of puppy love and youthful dating experiences, I don’t know why I was surprised…every time love started or ended, the rest of the world faded into the background. Romantic tunnel vision of a new love found or an old love lost always claims intense focus.
The angst of the question answered by plucking daisy petals…he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me? Daydreams of mutual admiration, chance meetings, sweet conversations, drinking in their eyes, perhaps a soft kiss. Memorizing the beloved’s face while mesmerized by their smile.
The emotional wreckage of a relational break up and subsequent painful questions of why, why not, why not us? The second guessing and the blame game are all consuming. Disappointment, anger, and loneliness mingle in tears wiped on sleeves, pillows and friend’s shoulder.
Infatuation is fickle but a promise is forever.
Diamond brooch – Ruby Lane
At dVerse poets pub, Merril challenges us to write prosery of 144 words including the line (bold) from Jane Hirshfield’s poem, “I Want to Be Surprised.”
a poem in my pocket 
Mar 22, 2020 @ 12:14:08
I think the second guessing is the worst, it puts you into intense rumination, and doesn’t help you heal. Great piece, Lynn.
Mar 23, 2020 @ 19:05:12
Thanks, Sara!
Mar 23, 2020 @ 19:15:03
👍
Mar 18, 2020 @ 09:09:20
kaykuala
Infatuation is fickle but
a promise is forever
You traced very well the progression of love which may not run that smoothly. And to think it is a common experience of those young innocents.
Hank
Mar 18, 2020 @ 10:01:21
Yes, love’s not always smooth…thanks, Hank.
Mar 17, 2020 @ 20:20:55
There is something about that young and exuberant love, though. Such fond memories..
Mar 17, 2020 @ 20:21:33
Thanks for reading, Dale 🙂
Mar 17, 2020 @ 20:21:45
🙂
Mar 17, 2020 @ 14:58:30
I think that those romances are learning. It is great when you find your place.
Mar 17, 2020 @ 16:50:42
Yes…I think you’re right.
Mar 17, 2020 @ 11:31:00
I remember many tears back then, and angst-filled poems. Now my angst is for Mother Earth and it hurts even worse!
Mar 17, 2020 @ 12:19:31
I think the earth is more stable than we are but there certainly are greater pains than romantic love lost! Thanks, Sherry.
Mar 17, 2020 @ 07:48:54
You are so right about that infatuation period. And I’m with Kim about it being so long ago. 🙂
Mar 17, 2020 @ 03:52:05
I vaguely remember that romantic tunnel vision, Lynn, it was such a long time ago. I’m happy I found the safer mature love of a second marriage. No more angst or plucking daisy petals.
Mar 17, 2020 @ 12:15:23
Mature love is a wonderful place to be! Thanks for commenting, Kim 🙂