Listen to Your Heart

When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy…

Ha. Allow me to start over.

When I left my wife and son some nine to ten years ago, it was not for another woman. It was to remove myself from a situation that was adversely affecting me and more importantly my son, who was six at the time.

I swore when I left that I would never fall in love again. In fact, I didn’t want to be in love again, ever. I made a pact with myself to never listen to my heart even if it felt the love of another woman.

When I left my home, I of course, needed to find a place to stay. A friend of my sister who I had recently met, offered to have me move in with her as she had recently left a long-term relationship herself.

The kind woman in question who offered to help me out and with whom I moved in was of course, the uber-lovely Schmoop.

From the outset it was apparent that she and I had quite a bit in common.

We liked the same music, shared the same twisted sense of humor, and even enjoyed the same types of foods...

We were obviously well suited for one and other.

In spite of this, I kept my heart under lock and key. I remained true to my oath of never falling in love again.

I remained strong and unyielding for about a year and then one day, something happened.

Although it happened some years ago, I remember it like it was yesterday

Out and about in Bagwine on a sunny June day, I was struck upside the head and the heart by a vision. A vision of beauty, both inside and out.

I fatefully gazed into a set of eyes, and saw a twinkle of playfulness, compassion, and a good natured bit of the Devil.

My heart instantaneously began to melt like that of a young boy’s who had just received his first kiss from the cute chick in his school. I was excited. I was amused. I was in a word, giddy. And…?

I found myself after all of this time, falling in love, falling hard, and falling fast. My pact with myself about never falling in love again, was on the precipice of crumbling…

And crumble it did.

I embraced this adorable creature and brought her close to me. I kissed her on the head, and said to her, “Let’s go back to the apartment; let’s go home.”

We did, and from that day to the present, I tell her daily how wonderful she is, and how much I love her.

In spite of myself, I let my guard down and it feels wonderful to have loved someone so much for so long.

And the object of my undying affection, Corky, agrees and returns my love everyday.

Oh, what about Schmoop, you ask? Eh, we tolerate her, and she, most times, tolerates Corky and I.

Cheers!!