I’m going to get heavy with you today, but you can handle it. So bear with me. You want to hear this story.
A friend of mine visits L.A. often and usually stays with his friend in a sprawling Spanish-style mansion in the hills. The owner of the house is a lonely man-independently wealthy, late 40s, never married, no children. Needless to say, the stay is NOT fo’ free. Mr. Lonely Hearts loves to chat up his house guests!
While the constant chatter has always just been a tolerated nuisance justified by the free digs, this story was different. Before my friend even had a chance to set his bags down, the floodgates opened. His host confessed:
“I dated this woman once a long time ago. We had such a deep connection I always envisioned us coming back together at some point. I thought about her all the time. Whenever I met someone I would always compare. Every five years or so I would reach out to her. We would meet and pick up right where we left off. It’s been a while since I spoke to her so I recently tried to find her. I tried Facebook, Linkedin, Yellow Pages, everything I could think off. Finally I read in trade pages that she had died. She’s gone and I never got to tell her how I really felt about her. I never told her she was the one.”
Yes, this story is sad. Often times lessons are learned the hard way. But think of it this way: next time love finds our friend he will probably not hesitate to act. And by sharing his story and in turn my sharing it with you, hopefully you won’t either. Love is nothing to fear, only regret.
As Paolo Coelho said, “Love doesn’t ask many questions because if we stop to think we become fearful. It’s ridiculous, but that’s the way it is. That’s why you don’t ask-you act. You have to take risks to truly know love.”
So what are you waiting for?