Someday…When I’m Awfully Low

I woke up this morning very early so that I was ready for the busy day ahead.

I noticed that Sheryl’s word of the day was SOMEDAY. And I instantly started singing a song that made me think of Goldfinch.

However, long before I even met Goldfinch I had a best friend…who became my teenage sweetheart. We courted for eight years before I ended the relationship. I remember going to his wedding – don’t worry I had no intention of interfering like Julia Robert’s character. But it was weird nonetheless. Have you ever been a wedding guest for a former sweetheart?

I guess it was happy weird. I didn’t feel awkward. It felt natural to be there celebrating his happiness. Happy for him, genuinely, but I did feel like it was a permanent goodbye – a letting go of the past and being forced to move on. I left the wedding feeling a little lost in life. But then I remembered I had a wonderful purpose in my life, I should not feel lost. People would come into my life in the future. I knew I might fall in love again one day.

20180628_145757The only odd thing is…the next man I was truly in love with was Jack. Which of course led me to that night in the park where I was attacked. And of all the most horrid coincidents is this – that park, it was within that park that my teenage sweetheart had hired a building for his wedding. The wedding took place a few minutes walk from where I was found some years later by a security guard, who called an ambulance as soon as he saw me.

I will get round to writing more about my teenage sweetheart someday.

 

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13 thoughts on “Someday…When I’m Awfully Low

    1. At the wedding?
      I think normally I would have found it harder. But we had been good friends for so long, and we had also both been ill. I had several surgical operations not long before the wedding, so in some ways, I was just so glad I was up to being there for him on his big day.
      We lived nearby when I lived in London and I was on good terms with them (I always stayed a healthy distance) and saw him and his lovely wife two or three times a week. We even worked together on a few projects.
      A little heartache but completely overshadowed by a great friendship.

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