Mr Once-only
I knew someone who only committed his heart once. He had one pet as a child, and after that died, he never had another pet. Not that he disliked animals; he just wouldn’t have another to love and be responsible for.
While growing up, he took out different girls and women, none for any length of time. Then he met and fell in love with a woman. She was married at the time (vey unhappily and was abused). He rescued her and fell in love. They lived together very happily for many years. But then she left because he drank too much. He never got involved with another woman until he died.
He never had any children.
I sometimes wonder about him.
I don’t think he had a hard heart. He was a wonderful friend. As people said at his funeral, he was stubborn, and once he made you his friend, he’d never let go, you could always rely on him. But for the relationships that involve the heart in the deepest ways, for him, once only was enough.
I suspect he had a dreadfully soft heart, and that the loss of his one pet and his one love left him so bereft he could not face going through that again.
Shame, how sad not to allow second chances at happiness 😦
I think it was sad
I think you’re probably right, Sidey.
Soft-hearted people sometimes have more difficulty opening up their hearts to others.
I think they over trust and over believe and over love, and then cannot stand the pain of it all
I agree that you’re probably right, Sidey, which is deeply sad for him – and a welcome reminder to appreciate all the love in our lives. Thank you.
It was sad. and to appreciate shouldn’t mean blocking out any other love afterwards
I wonder why the drinking… he must have had some other problem, no?
Such a destructive force. I was forced to leave a drinking partner.
definitely he has other issues, and like many alcoholics it seemed to have helped fill gaps and deaden feelings
That is one of the saddest stories I’ve ever heard.
It was sad, yet he was a man with a lovely sense of humour and so many devoted and caring friends
Poor man.
;-(
After the storm, comes a rainbow.
xx
not for him, he is now dead
To die alone, unloved must be the ultimate tristesse.
I think we all die alone to a degree.
He was loved by friends and family, a rather big funeral full of people talking about him with such fondness
I note that many felt “sorry” for him. I must admit that I didn’t. I felt that he chose his priorities and enjoyed what HE wanted out of life.
He had, as you said, many devoted friends because of his loyalty to the friends he made.
Maybe he didn’t “need” a significant other or a pet in order to feel his life worked for him.
I think we see others from our own viewpoint, and those who enjoy loving and being loved in an intimate relationship feel sorrty f or those not in one
I think he was content (but also a little afraid of being hurt again)
This one really spoke to me, Sidey. I very much understood where his heart may reside, thank you for making me ponder ~
I’m always glad to give people something relevant to think about. (I don’t have answers, usually just ideas and questions)
Sad story!
maybe he would have been hurt over and over and been even sadder
he was always very kind and friendly with animals, just wouldn’t form that very close ‘live together’ bond
Poor, poor guy!
yet he was not a sad or anti-social man, as witnessed by all those friends
I hope I dont turn out like that.