As I cleaned out my hopeless chest the other day, I found a poem Mr. Strong had sent me when all was not well in our world. It took me right back to that dark time when my heart ached and hope had faded. Back to the time when I wasn’t sure that Mr. Strong was able to be my Mr. Strong.
I mourn my loss, an opportunity wasted, a relationship passes, a lesson learned
Lonely again, an empty heart
Next time I will live for me, I will show my love, I will share my love, I will watch it closely.
I want to cry in your arms, not alone in my bed.
I learned to love from you if only I showed you how well and how much.
The creased paper reminded me that what we had had was real. And almost lost.
Thank God for second chances.
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Wow, that just pierces you right in the heart!
I'm glad he's still your Mister Strong. He has to be- he made you that sculpture.
How wonderful is that! The peom, and second chances - amen.
Isn't it wonderful to look back and see that you made it this far! Those rough times make the good ones even sweeter, no? Congrats on surviving the storms. Can you tell I've been there?
Hugs,
SMB
"I learned to love from you if only I showed you how well and how much."
You really are a good teacher! :)
Storms bring rainbows, right?
What an amazing find! Sweet sentiments
That's such a bittersweet poem and story. Thanks for sharing it with us Beth.
I wish I had a hope chest that could produce something that would remind me of better times. It sucks to be in the middle of a storm. I can see light at the end but just can't seem to find my way to it. I am so glad you got your second chance.
♥
its wonderful that you still have it - we never seem to be able to find the things of sentimental value for us when we want it - that's an item you should never let go . . . how sweet.
Mr. strong wrote that? wow. I might heart him.
Kiran
Oh, I am so grateful for second chances. And third. What a treasure.
Well said. Well said.
Wow. Timely(for me).
Thanks for sharing, Friend. xo
absolutely beautiful. aren't you two lucky to have each other?
Wonderful that you both were listening to the whispers of true love in your hearts and not to the cold cruel shouts of the world. Absolutely, thank God for second chances. That poem meant for you from a hurting man told you so much didn't it?
Second chances are marvelous, and that was beautiful.
*sniffle*
bravo for second chances
What a beautiful poem Beth! I imagine it just tore your heart out when you first read it and am so glad that you both gave the relationship another chance. If I may quote The Peach Tart: Bravo for second chances!
oh i felt this one...yes, second chances are amazing. smiles.
Very sweet!! I'm glad he worked out to be YOUR Mr. Strong.
I love that last paragraph.
You make me hungry for more. Tell us the damn story, BETH!! ;)
I'm glad you got your second chance and happy ending :-)
Oh, how sweet, love almost lost, hung on with a touch of magic.
Thank God for second chances alright.
Ummmmmm....
Holy Crap.
Sounds like love to me. This was very sweet. Second chances are awesome. When the universe threw my husband and I together in high school, it didn't take. But 15 years later, we were thrown together again, it stuck that time.
:)
Goes to show that you have to keep trying rather than throwing in the towel when things get rough. Good for both of you.
oh....I'm glad you hung on.
That is beautiful...thank you for sharing it...it really moved me:)
Beth, I have something to share with you on my blog today.
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