I just lost someone I loved. Yes, most of the undoing or should I say seperating lies at my feet. I let someone go that I loved with my whole heart. I poured two years into a relationship that I didn't want to end. But, sometimes life can be cruel.
"Go west young man" was my motto. Although I'm not that young anymore, but not really old, it was more of a middle-aged man trying to make his last comeback at love. As I parted to head west, I didn't look back. I went with full abandon. I left with very little materially, but a heart full of love and anticipation. Things went well at first I believe. Then, as it always does, real life sets in. A person loses what they fell in love with at the start. It never intends to start out that way.
I gave it two years. Even friends wondered why I put so much effort into it. This sounds like it comes from a cheap dime-store novel but very true: I did it for love. Sure it's kind of a worn out phrase but, nonetheless, true. I know the other party tried as well. For you see, I can be a very difficult person to live with. It does take two.
All I know at this point is that I wonder if I will survive this? I'm sure I will. I've survived a lot in my life. Loved ones that have passed on, dreams that were shattered like broken glass and visions of "way beyond the blue" that turned into grey. The other party may not believe this or maybe she does: I won't forget her. And a part of me will always love her. I tried. So did she. I only wish her the best. I was hoping it would be me. In the end as one of my favorite actors put it so aptly, "women and I just end up crying." I've done a lot of that. At least I was man enough to say it. Even the great King David cried a bed full of tears. But at the same time we revel in his great oratory in the Psalms that have comforted us so many times.
Before I left to go west over two years ago I sat in a friend's office. I told him that this was my last chance at love. If it didn't work, I was done. I believe I am. Before I left the west to come back home I prayed, "God, please protect me, keep me safe traveling, and let me see my family one more time before I pass out of this life." I'm sure that God isn't done with me yet. I do know that whatever days I have left, they are the Lord's. I owe him everything that I have. It's all his.
Finally, to Chey. I gladly say this for anyone to read. Especially to you. Thank you for giving me two wonderful years of your life. You lavished your love upon me. You always said that I fought many demons. I wanted love so much but at times I held it at arm's length. You are right. I guess I didn't get that part right. I don't know where you will go from here. Just know that I hold no bitterness in my heart, no rancor, no hatred, only hurt from not having you and a heart that still loves you. Live life. Love life. And, love the Lord. When it's all said and done, He's the only one that will be of most importance. You allowed me to love one last time in my life. I know it cost you two years. But, they weren't wasted, I carry them in my heart. I know you'll probably move on and someone will grab you up in a hurry. In one sense I will be hurt, but thinking of you alone would make me sad. May God hold you tightly in His everlasting arms. I will remember all the good times, the joy, the laughter and the tears. I can't believe this. But, it is now, what it is! I'll miss you. May God bless all your days. Thanks for loving me the way you did. I'm eternally grateful.
Life on this side of heaven is short, and if a man finds even a "portion" of love here, then he is greatly blessed. Isn't that what we all long for? Love and acceptance. Dearest Chyleen: I'll always pray for your life to be blessed beyond measure. Thanks for allowing me to share your life for the time we had. You'll truly be missed. May you find all the love that you so deserve. That is my prayer for you. Be well as you live out your life here on this earth. God loves you so!





