Or a Dance to a Constantly Surprising Refrain
Recently while I was out and about I ended up in a conversation with a young man, very young, 23, about life. At some point during the evening he asked me why I wasn't married, why I was single and why I lived alone. Maybe this is a Long Island thing. Off the island I am a curious creature to live as a do...
I didn't have much of a reply. I said nothing had really worked out for me up to this point but there was always the chance that it would in the future.
In conversation with CK it occurred to me that maybe the reason is: I want love to be like "The Very Thought of You" ignoring the fact that it's actually like: "My Romance".
As I sit here now, I realize that I've actually loved in both ways, sometimes simultaneously and it was great. Just great. And then one day it wasn't.
I guess I'll stick with my first answer and say, nothing has really worked out for me up to today but there is always tomorrow.