Who would've ever imagined that such a sweet man,, with his hands in his pockets, charlie lamb style, would cooly, and collectively, just stroll, as he does, back into my life. Who would have ever thought we could fall in love? or is it lust? NO, love! no lust, no love.....well what ever it is, i like it!! Its been 35 years since that man gave me the experience of my life, and that too i gave to him. A shared sweet moment in time, preserved for just us two. And then...BAM! heart ache that lasted 10 freaking years!!!! yeah, Charlie, you did that! own it babe! ours, like so many of my relationships, ended because of miscommunication. It was meant to be i suppose, and our lives went on, as lives tend to do. And now, if by magic, the man i so loved many years ago, is back and our feelings for one another have intensified. no, i'm not kidding. its fabulous! and he makes me terrifically happy!
The first day i ever lay eyes on Charlie i couldn't help notice his shy yet sly impish grin, (i still wonder what was on his mind that day) his beautiful smiling dark eyes peering through his longish white blonde hair swept to one side of his face. He wore a long maroon jacket that looked as if it could be his fathers, being so skinny his jeans baggy with his flannel shirt tucked neatly inside. Probably to help keep his pants up. he had both hands in his pockets and he seemed relaxed, and cool. My heart pounded like crazy to see him standing there. He was only a boy, thin, sweet, and terribly funny. Everybody liked Charlie. Always laid back, always smiling, very quick witted, even for a boy. I can still remember his gait. one cant possibly explain a persons gait. Its like the soul, unique and one of a kind. But when you;re a 16 year old girl in love, you never forget. And on our second date he became part of my soul forever. It was too late. I let him in. That may have been a foolish regretful mistake, for in my little 16 year old dumb blonde head, he dumped me. my Dad had always told me that a man will hate you after he has had his way with you, and im quite sure this is what i imagined had gone wrong. His rendition is totally different than mine, and it was apparantly I who did the dumping. For whatever reason, it was over and it was gone. My dream and my prayer, for the next 10 years would be for us to be together, forever.
In time, I eventually stopped dreaming of Charlie, i eventually let the fantasy die. Now and again he would pop up in my life. He never spoke to me however, and i often wondered if he had gotten wind of the horrible rumor i had started, in order to get back at him for breaking my heart. I had it in my mind that this is exactly what the matter was. So even though we were neighbors for a time, and we were both older and more mature, i never spoke to him either. Now and again i would catch myself peeking through the window blinds at him as he worked on his truck, or played fetch with his dog, or went running with his three kids. I was still intrigued, and he was still Charlie. cute charlie, but something was a miss, i didnt see him smile anymore. He seemed stern, and serious. I chocked it up to being newly divorced and newly single. How hard that must be, but he seemed like such a good father, always on top of things, and so very attentive. unlike the dads i had ever known in my life time, including my own.
Charlie was forever able to keep my heart warm. Just the thought of him through out the years delighted my soul. Why would one such person have such a strong hold of my spirit? I embraced his iron grip on my heart. It was sweet and it was warm.
The years passed swiftly. I have heard this phrase many a time throughout my life, and many a time i have experienced its plight, Here i am 35 years in the future, and again our paths have crossed. My years are catching up with me, as i look around and realize, the youth of my life is forever gone, and to take it's place are my grandchildren. how did this happen, so quickly? A love forever gone, has entered my life as if in a fairy tale. A little older, a little chubbier, a little less hair, but yet the same sweet, lovable Charlie, giving me the same warm delight he always has. My story has just begun to be told.....it's just so freaking romantic!!
The first day i ever lay eyes on Charlie i couldn't help notice his shy yet sly impish grin, (i still wonder what was on his mind that day) his beautiful smiling dark eyes peering through his longish white blonde hair swept to one side of his face. He wore a long maroon jacket that looked as if it could be his fathers, being so skinny his jeans baggy with his flannel shirt tucked neatly inside. Probably to help keep his pants up. he had both hands in his pockets and he seemed relaxed, and cool. My heart pounded like crazy to see him standing there. He was only a boy, thin, sweet, and terribly funny. Everybody liked Charlie. Always laid back, always smiling, very quick witted, even for a boy. I can still remember his gait. one cant possibly explain a persons gait. Its like the soul, unique and one of a kind. But when you;re a 16 year old girl in love, you never forget. And on our second date he became part of my soul forever. It was too late. I let him in. That may have been a foolish regretful mistake, for in my little 16 year old dumb blonde head, he dumped me. my Dad had always told me that a man will hate you after he has had his way with you, and im quite sure this is what i imagined had gone wrong. His rendition is totally different than mine, and it was apparantly I who did the dumping. For whatever reason, it was over and it was gone. My dream and my prayer, for the next 10 years would be for us to be together, forever.
In time, I eventually stopped dreaming of Charlie, i eventually let the fantasy die. Now and again he would pop up in my life. He never spoke to me however, and i often wondered if he had gotten wind of the horrible rumor i had started, in order to get back at him for breaking my heart. I had it in my mind that this is exactly what the matter was. So even though we were neighbors for a time, and we were both older and more mature, i never spoke to him either. Now and again i would catch myself peeking through the window blinds at him as he worked on his truck, or played fetch with his dog, or went running with his three kids. I was still intrigued, and he was still Charlie. cute charlie, but something was a miss, i didnt see him smile anymore. He seemed stern, and serious. I chocked it up to being newly divorced and newly single. How hard that must be, but he seemed like such a good father, always on top of things, and so very attentive. unlike the dads i had ever known in my life time, including my own.
Charlie was forever able to keep my heart warm. Just the thought of him through out the years delighted my soul. Why would one such person have such a strong hold of my spirit? I embraced his iron grip on my heart. It was sweet and it was warm.
The years passed swiftly. I have heard this phrase many a time throughout my life, and many a time i have experienced its plight, Here i am 35 years in the future, and again our paths have crossed. My years are catching up with me, as i look around and realize, the youth of my life is forever gone, and to take it's place are my grandchildren. how did this happen, so quickly? A love forever gone, has entered my life as if in a fairy tale. A little older, a little chubbier, a little less hair, but yet the same sweet, lovable Charlie, giving me the same warm delight he always has. My story has just begun to be told.....it's just so freaking romantic!!
almost 1 year later, it is STILL so freaking romantic!! oh how i love this man! thinking of Charlie gives me butterflies in my stomach, lights a fire in my heart! and brings a smile to the depths of my soul!
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