October 2, 2008
This Is Love
Yesterday I was doing some cleanup on my hard drive and came across this picture of Daryl. He posted it here back in July, after finding it in an old family photo album, and I saved a copy on my work computer.
I looked at this photo, and I was filled with the very love I felt for Daryl when I first came to know him, nearly 29 years ago. The kind of love that makes a person feel light and weak and hot. The kind of love that feels as if it might kill you.
This post is for all readers who wonder if an all-consuming love really can last forever. The answer is yes. Yes.
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Cindy, that photo is the bestest. We can never have it too many times. Nor can we have too much of your love for Daryl nor of his for you.
Okay. Time to pause. My mascara’s getting all ruint.
Cindy, this is delightful, both visually and emotionally. The thing I find about love is it kinda of knows no boundaries, it feels the same at 50 (my age) as it did at 15 (my age then). It seems to love and be loved is magical and should be grasped with both hands and lived to fullest.
I may have mentioned them here before but whenever the power of love comes up I think of this tune and the words “The sad irony of Love is how so seldom you feel it, yet its all you dream about, night and day.”
Thank you, dear Sheila and Phil. I felt a bit indulgent posting this, but I had to do it lest I explode. Exploding Cindys can be messy, and then the cats would fight for the remains and, you know, it would get all unpleasant.
Cindy…not like me to reveal my soft underside but I am basically a soft SOB at heart and your photo has me almost weeping man tears…it may have been grit…not sure!
I gave up exploding a few years ago, exactly for the reasons you outlined…it became an intestinal free for all…not pretty!
Thank you Cindy, I want to believe in that so very much, and it means something powerful that someone else has found it.
I don’t mind seeing that picture again.
I don’t mind hearing Cindy speak of true love again.
True love rode in on a motorcycle, dressed in denim.
I am always glad to get another stanza in “The Ballad of Darryl and Cindy.” It’s a terrific song.