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?

We repeat what we fail to repair, so I keep re-learning old lessons
We won’t be free until politicians lose power to control the Internet
I have a history of ignoring signs that warn me it’s time for change
Humans are impatient, but changes in Alabama show speed of change
Why is real love so hard to find? Look into a mirror for the culprit
Don’t complain about debt when you borrow $35,000 to study puppetry
FRIDAY FUNNIES
Do you believe you’re free? Slavery by any other name is still slavery
Lesson for McCain’s ’08 voters: The lesser of two evils is still evil