A line in an old Burt Bacharach song goes this way…. (if I remember it right)
What do you get when you fall in love?
You only get lies and pain and sorrow
That’s what you get for all your trouble
I’ll never fall in love again……
I’ll never fall in love again.
Well, anyway it is a lovely song and the singer who sang it a very good one (Dionne Warwick). She is actually the aunt of Whitney Huston, my favorite. Good singing genes, huh? J
Let me tell you a little story.
Her name is Amelia, young and pretty, a single parent with one 2-year old boy. The father is out there somewhere and never was heard of since the day Peter was three months in her mother’s womb.
Her story unfolds with Act 1 –
- in the usual-boy-meets-girl-and-fall-in-love scene. And everything comes out light and rosy of course. She never got down her cloud 9 with the usual sweet nothings and honey promises of the young and in love. He would take her to work and fetch her at the end of the day. He would bring her flowers, chocolate bars, teddy bears, and her favorite chicken barbeque at any time to surprise her. They would take long walks in the park, share cotton candies, and talk bout mundane ordinary things. She cared less what they talked about anyway because it was heaven just having him by her side.
Act 2 – When two are one and stars collide in the starlit skies.
Then came Act 3 –
He missed the usual routine that day. She wondered and tried to reach him on his phone. Five times, 10, 20… asked his friends if they knew where he was. Worried that he could be sick she then went to his house. His worried mother told her that he hadn’t been home for days and wouldn’t know where he could be. Not even relatives and friends knew when she asked from them.
The days stretched on to weeks, the weeks to a month, the months to a year. Amelia, heartbroken, lost hope that he would return to her and carried on with her shattered life alone pregnant with their love child.
Act 4 –
was when Amelia gave birth to Peter. With her mother’s help, she raised the baby, watched him grow into a lively precocious bundle of joy. But she never mentioned the father’s name.
To this her mother urged her to try to find him for the sake of the child. She further said to open her heart once more to admirers who undoubtedly were good in their intentions too. Amelia simply replied…
“No, ma; He had all the time and chances to come and make up for his wrongs. All he had to do was come here -- but he didn’t! I say no more to love. It broke my heart once before, I don’t want it broken again.”
-End of Story-
To all the Amelia’s in this life --–
Love is beautiful – always is. It colors our world, our life. It brings out the best in people and rouses such beautiful sentiment in the mind, heart, and soul. There’s nothing like it and none can hope to equal its splendor. It lends brilliance to the meaning of life. It is life itself.
But if you say that it causes you so much hurt and pain, intense heartache and remorse, look again. Not at love but at your --- lover.
Because, Amelia, it’s the lover and not love that broke your heart.
posted on Friday, May 11, 2007 12:06 PM