A boy, 25 years old, five years older than I, came into daddy's office nearly 3 years ago, right out of a fairy tale, being every girls dream of Prince Charming, from off the screen into real life.
Dressed in a dark blue pin-striped three-piece business suit, he radiated a handsome demeanor beyond normal reasoning, dawning naturally wavy blond hair with the brightest blue eyes reminiscent of a tropical Hawaiian bright morning sky.
Strong - a self-defense master, confident, intelligent, financially secure and charismatic.
Am I being filmed as part of a James Bond movie?...ran through my mind. I love to talk... rarely am I at a loss for words, but I could hardly speak as he approached me at the front desk. I looked upon him in a daze with my mouth open - literally.
When he smiled at me, I wanted to faint, and an immediate bout of paralysis gripped my reflexes. No one had I ever seen before, or since, has even come close. "Can I see Mr Hunter please?", he asked as I stuttered, trying my best to get my words out in a clear coherent fashion. Then I told him to "Please wait a minute", and went into daddy's office. I quickly closed the door behind me and excitedly exclaimed..."OMG daddy, who is this boy that has come in to see you today?
He told me that it was the son of one of his wealthy clients and asked me what was the matter?
Nearly with tears in my eyes, I told him that I was madly in love! He smiled at me and started to laugh. Then he told me to show the young man in. To my shock and amazement, upon exiting the boy stopped at my desk and asked me if I would like to go out with him sometime. (I found out later that daddy told him that I had the hots for him and he said what an amazingly beautiful girl I was, and, of course, daddy agreed:). I immediately accepted!
Maybe it was just my imagination gone wild, but from our first date his kisses were like that a dream laden girl would only imagine of a knight in shinning armor. He was strong, yet gentle, dominate yet reassuring, brazen with confidence, yet with the tenderness of a kitten. And to top it all was his intense and passionate love making. I was putty in his arms to do with what he pleased, and he knew it - I made it no secret. What happened thereafter was my eventual and tragic loss.
This boy was so popular, and in such high demand, by many other girls even more beautiful than I. that out classed, outwitted, out maneuvered and outnumbered me. In the end it was not to be and suddenly my dream wilted, withered and broke within me. Now it is only I that does not want my heart again shattered and crushed, to lay prostrate, bleeding as a mother who has lost an only child, while drowning in the pool of a thousand tears.
"TRUE LOVE, IS IT EVER ATTAINABLE?"... the better question for me is "WHERE IS THE TRUE LOVE THAT IS FREE OF UNENDURABLE PAIN AND UNBEARABLE HEART BREAK?"