This week I’ve updated my post about True Love and written about How I Met My Husband. It is fitting as this weekend we celebrate St. Valentine’s Day.
For Hot Flash Friday let’s take a minute to meditate on true love. Stumped? There have been endless love songs and poems written about true love and yet we’re still as lost as ever. Who can know the ways of the heart? All we know for certain is when it hurts. Heartbroken, downhearted, disheartened.
Are you from the heartland, that place of memory that holds the secret to part of the pain and the joys that make you YOU. Some say that memory resides within the heart.
Memory like love creeps up on us, surprises us. We are overwhelmed.
Some of us have left love behind only to discover it looping back around, to encompass us.
The saddest word in the English language is lonely. The very word stirs us—when we least suspect it. In our lonliness looking for love. Touch, A hug. To connect. An invitation for coffee, a movie, a walk.
How many of us have at one time or another read MissedConnections at Craigslist; it’s addicting. Many a story can be spun.
Write me a flash, a 50-word missive like an arrow sprung straight to the heart.
|George Taylor, my one true love|