I knew a girl from the age of 15 (me, that is) and I always knew she was the one for me. I was so in love. I watched her get used, abused ( I took her to hospital once) and then married. I was the wedding photographer, even worked with her husband. I was present when their first child was born, and then one evening she came to see me, desperate to stay the night (for support and warmth, not due to my being totally irresistible ) and we spent the night chatting, me feeling 10 years of love being allowed to spill out. Over time, we ended up sleeping together, husband left, then came back and woke me up by tipping me out of bed and smashing my face with an angry fist. I went to hug him, so he hit me again (remember, he was a friend). After a really hard 6 months, of me dropping everything I had to help her (I even got a job at the car factory so that I could help support her kids) it turned out that I was being a fool. I came home one day, with a big present for them all, to find her in bed with 2 black guys. All she could say was - (you ready for this..)..'It's true what they say about black men'
I left, so utterly heart broken (I am a big boy, I tell you ) and have still found it hard to drive down that street, though I doubt she even lives there any longer.
Recently, I found some pictures of her and the kids that I was almost a father figure for. The tears fell, I remembered so many feelings and I also felt that maybe time had done its thing.
I guess that I am trying to say that it will all fade back, but not go away - you will remember with a loving hurt, a reminder of how much your heart can feel and hold.
Sadly a similar thing happened to my heart a few years later - some blokes are just so stupid, eh...?