For a very long time, I wondered how this would end. Would there be a dramatic climax? Or would love just slowly and quietly die from lack of tending?
It’s hard to even know what to call it anymore. It hasn’t been a relationship for a long time. It was a hope. Fondest dream. Futile faith in what a love might be? Fantasy, maybe?
Of all the things I imagined for seven years or so, I never imagined that it could end as sour grapes. But now that the hurt of lost love has faded into vague resentment instead, I can’t help but think, “I wouldn’t have wanted her anyway.”
I laugh bitterly at myself and wonder whether I tried to fool myself for years or if I’ve been trying to fool myself more recently. I’m not sure I would know when I’ve been most honest with myself — then or now — much less what was really best for all involved.
All I can do is point to Aesop’s fable called, “The Fox and the Grapes.” Do you remember the story?

Unhappiness can’t hide forever when life has gone very wrong
Best years of our lives? For me, teen years were start of feeling like alien
What kind of sick society names Obama, Clinton its most admired?
Why do we fail to notice those who hope for our love until it’s too late?
Hermit life looks good as world tries to make me a misanthrope
Young New Yorkers say they’re fleeing the city — Why? High taxes, low opportunities
Did GOP and Democrats get their scripts mixed up this time?