Poetry
First, a little background: two years ago, I ended a five-year relationship. The man in question, who I will refer to as L, was brilliant - funny, smart, successful, in many ways I feel he might have been my soulmate. But there was a big age-gap, and eventually our differing opinions on what we were looking for out of life made our relationship untenable. I ended it and moved out and back in with my parents. For a while it was too difficult for us to see each other, and we had no contact for months, but after a while we realised that we meant too much to each other to cut each other out of our lives. We had to work very hard at it, but in time we managed to build a really good friendship. We would meet up on a fairly regular basis for dinner, and would laugh all night.

This continued until just a few months ago, when I decided to move to a different town, 200 miles away from where I had been living. The weekend before I moved, I went for dinner with friends, including L. We met up at a bar first, and I was presented with a scrapbook another friend had made me, with lots of photos and letters from all my lovely mates (which itself was very nearly the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me). Included in this scrapbook was a poem written by L.

Now, let me just say that L is NOT the poetry type. In fact, as far removed from the poetry type as you could get. But he'd sat down and written the most amazing poem, which told the story of our relationship from beginning to end. He mentioned everything: how we had got together, holidays, days out, nights out, arguments, even the day I lost my shoe in a swamp. Every little detail, all the small events that are unremarkable to outsiders but somehow are marker stones in a relationship, was included. I was, and remain, astounded by the sheer thoughtfulness of it and the effort he had gone to, and it remains a wonderful testament to how important we were to each other that he would do that for me.

I know that I broke his heart, and I know that for a long time he would have had me back if I had asked, but he let me go with good grace, never making me feel bad and encouraging every decision I made, even if it eventually meant moving so far away from him.

So, L, thank you. For the poem, for every nice thing you ever did for me, and for being simply one of the best people I have ever had the privilage of knowing. I feel lucky every day for having had you in my life.
(G-Lo, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 20:44, 1 reply)

Come oooooon
What's the 'L' name? You gotta tell us for sure. I need an L name for my BF introspective.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Fri 3 Oct 2008, 22:37, closed)