I’m watching a wonderful movie, one I have seen many times but
not for a long time. “Pretty Woman” so incredibly romantic and sweet but misleading, a modern continuation of the fairytale. Impossible and at the same time – beautiful.
I grew up believing that love and romance could really be like it is in the movies,
That out there somewhere I would find a man who would love me unconditionally. But more importantly, one who would not only love me but like me… want me to be happy, want me, period.
Maybe I tried too hard, maybe I shouldn’t have put him and his needs and wants before mine,
Maybe, maybe, maybe…. I’m tired of trying to figure it all out, tired of feeling not good enough,
not good enough for him, whoever that him may be and then, after all is said and done, hear from other people how highly he thinks of me. Why haven’t any of them treated me that way, why wait until I am gone to say it.
I can’t believe I’m crying over “Pretty Woman” but I am.
What does that mean….
I’m 61 years old, I’m not an idealistic girl, I know what and how life is.
It is hard, people are people, hearts are hearts, pain and love is pain and love… but why, why does it all have to be so hard, why can’t I find one who can share the dream, not perfect but deep, love at its best, when it matters most.
Love like that is almost sad it is so deep, so close to not being, so strong and overwhelming to be uncomfortable, uncomfortable because it is so precarious, so fleeting, so impermanent but eternal at the same time. We spend so much time on the wrong things, the job, car, house, status, impressing people to get where we want to be. But I don’t care about any of that…
I just want to be in his arms, his, the one who is capable of loving.
I so want to hold him, to wrap myself around him, feel his arms around me, his mouth on mine, his soul release into my body, his life essence mingle with mine, is it so much to ask for, too much for him to handle, I know… I need to go back to bed . Too much for me to handle right now too….
Pretty woman is waiting for her knight on the white horse.
I told him what he could do with his horse, but I was wrong, he never had one, ever …