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I don't get many things right the first time In fact, I am told that a lot Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls Brought me here
And where was I before the day That I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it everyday And I know
That I am I am I am The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you In a house on a street where you lived? Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize And I know
That I am I am I am The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties And one day passed away in his sleep And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong That I know
That I am I am I am The luckiest
The next time I post on DU, I'll be a married man again. It's come full circle for me: I found DU during my first marriage, when I went looking for a place on the internet to talk about politics with like-minded people (something I wasn't getting at home). My first wife and I had nothing in common except that we are both basically nice people. During our twelve years together we would have a son and learn a lot about the differences between us.
DU was not responsible for the breakup of my marriage; it was a catalyst, however. And so, two and a half years ago, I found myself alone. I dated a few times, but I didn't seem to click with anyone. You see, I come across in real life as a conservative everyman, when inside I'm a liberal snob. I look like Richie Cunningham, I act like Richie Cunningham, but I'm decidedly NOT Richie Cunningham. This confuses women. My ex, for instance, wanted Richie Cunningham, and was very disappointed when she found out that that wasn't me.
Do you know how hard in is to find an intelligent, beautiful, single, liberal woman who wants a guy who looks and acts like Richie Cunningham, but deep inside is totally different?
Then one night, after seeing my employee's band at a bar and downing a number of beers, I came home and posted on DU. And there was SarahBelle. We had PMed each other before, and I knew that she had a remarkably similar outlook on life to my own, but I was determined not to hook up with someone on the internet. Besides, for some reason I thought that she only liked tall men.
But that night, under the influence of alcohol, I took a chance and sent her a PM. She responded, we talked on the phone the next night, and three weeks later we met in person for the first time. I knew immediately that she was the one I was going to spend the rest of my life with.
Now my son has the brothers (and a sister) he never thought he'd have, and I have the 2nd chance I never thought I'd get.
I am someone who, when he is in love, likes to shout it from the rooftops. I honestly believe in the power of love to heal all wounds, as sappy as that sounds. I think that love is the pinnacle of human existence, and I hope that everyone will someday get I chance to feel what I now feel everyday.
I love you, Sarah. Thank you for taking your 2nd chance with me. I am the luckiest.
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