An Autobiographical Haibun
At the end of my junior year in high school I met a girl, but didn't get to know her. She was only a freshman. After Summer passed and the new school year started, we met again and this time I did get to know her. We fell in love. [Note the out-of-control spin that expression implies. Nobody ever climbs into love] It was sweet. We dated for two years, in a very chaste, early 60's all-too-Catholic way [this was before the sexual revolution] then drifted apart.
No. That's not quite right. It all came unraveled. We were young. There were distractions. Love isn't always easy. We moved on, married other people, had families. I thought we had forgotten about each other. Eventually, though, we found ourselves living a few blocks apart on the same street. Fate had brought us not exactly together again, but at least into the same space. By this time, my marriage was pretty much a disaster. In fact, it had become quite ugly. I wound up divorced.
A year later, so did she. Then we were able to get together again. I discovered something that I had hidden from myself for many years - I never stopped loving her. The great amazing surprise was that she loved me.
We've been together ever since - I and the one great love of my life, now growing old together. I have a son and a daughter. She has two sons. Together we share 11 smart, beautiful, talented grandchildren.
Getting here wasn't easy. But now I can truly say that life is good.
fate or destiny
who knows - but what a great gift
is a second chance