Tell us about a time things came this close to working out… but didn’t. What happened next? Would you like the chance to try again, or are you happy with how things eventually worked out?
Carrie was in love. Permanently, deeply, irrevocably. This was THE ONE. She had never been so happy, so full of the joy of everything. Even the deep cold of a midwestern winter couldn’t freeze her bursting heart. Perfect. In a perfect world, a perfect life, a perfect relationship with a perfect guy.
In the spring, she learned he’d been seeing someone else the whole time she’d thought he was just as dedicated to her as she’d been to him.
At first, the shock kept her from feeling the worst pain of her life. While her brain tried to absorb the betrayal, her heart tried to keep from shattering from the pain, her body kept moving through her daily tasks. One day followed another, and she survived. But there was no joy. She was seeing flaws in her perfect world, realizing that there was a lot more grey than she’d ever noticed before.
Spring rains gave way to summer flowers, blue skies, and new people populating her landscape. Her old friends, some of them, disappeared with HIM. Some of them stayed, telling her they’d never trusted him and that she deserved much better. Slowly, slowly, as August drifted into September and September joined October, she began to see the beauty again. The colors of fall had always lifted her spirits, and she loved the crisp, cool air and the frosty nights when she could pile on the covers and sleep as soundly as a hibernating bear.
In November, her dad introduced her to an average-looking guy from his work. He’d been invited to have supper with the family and then to spend some time working on a presentation with her dad.
He was nice. He blushed every time he looked at her.
She kept glancing at him, glancing away when he caught her looking at him.
“Good grief,” she thought. “He’s just a guy from the office. He’s probably a complete geek. Probably has no conversation whatsoever. Boring.”
Then her dad suggested they–Carrie and the guy–might enjoy a walk before the men settled down to work. Carried wanted to sink through the floor! Her DAD was setting her up? Good grief!
So they walked. His name was Tom. Boy. How original was that. But she discovered he had a great sense of humor, and that he actually could talk about things other than computers. As they turned back toward the house, he asked her if she’d like to go for a ride sometime in his GTO. Candy-apple red. The car AND his face! Sure she would. How about Friday night? Great. It’s a date.
This one’s not a player. He’s too shy, not flirty and cocky. Who knows?
Who knew? Forty-five years later, Carrie was still in love. Permanently, irrevocably, deeply in love with Tom. He was THE ONE.