To the Society of Romantics and Mislead Hopefuls:
I wish to complain about my heart.
It appears to be defected, broken.
Lately it’s been a pain to carry around.
Last night I went to a wedding. At first my heart was fluttering and light. It was awed by the romance that hung upon the night. The beautiful dresses, the gorgeous hall, the magical bride. Then my heart noticed the couples. Everyone marching along, as if about to enter Noah’s Arc, two by two. Except us, my heart and I, we were a lonely ‘one.’
My heart was further appalled when some well intentioned, or perhaps business minded lady who approached us to comment on how lovely we looked, dripping in our Indian regalia. The lady was complimentary but she ended the conversation with a business card, in which she invited us to give her a call for our ‘big’ day.
My heart got a little heavy then. Very heavy, and frankly it was sad all the way home. It complained bitterly about having to go to another wedding next weekend, all alone. Recounting to it all the wonderful blessings it takes for granted did nothing to cheer it up. Perhaps it was an overabundance of hormones but my heart cried all the way home.
I miss the days when my heart was light and airy.
Could you please send me another, I promise not to let a new one get trampled on.