I have a dear friend who I’m surprised has not been snatched up and hitched by now.
I keep imagining her married at 25 the very latest. She strikes me as who would be a young bride and a youthful mother…and not that she’s not young– she’s a couple months younger than me–but I just always assumed she’d be “first,” I guess…or more accurately, before me.
A few weeks ago, I thought it finally happened. She met her future husband, I thought. I was literally envisioning her wedding day and the future babies she’d have. Over the phone I could tell she was aglow and finally had a contentment about her. She met him and had a bit of a whirlwind of a fall……he began visiting her every weekend and just this past, they celebrated his birthday together. Then, rather unexpectantly, that night it ended by his choice.
Now, I know we’ve all been hurt. We’ve all felt led on, deceived and wronged by someone.
How do we get so wrapped up in the falling that we don’t see the possibility of ever crashing and burning?
When it happens, it is literally a shock to the system. It’s almost as if there’s a period of mourning what could’ve/would’ve/should’ve been.
How can one person be so into something and the other just…not? Is it fear? How can it change so fast?
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