• A broken heart won’t kill you. Many of us have to find that out the hard way.

    Some say, “The heart sees what the eyes cannot.” And others say, “Love is blind.” While these statements are true and basically mean the same thing, there is a dark side to each of them that is not apparent at first glance. The heart does indeed see what the eyes cannot, thus love is indeed blind. If love is blind, then you go into a relationship without sight, or perspective. I primarily fall in love at first sight. That’s simply just how I work.

    Having that said, I would like to say that when I fell in love, it wasn’t at all what I expected. He was funny, old enough, and a little on the larger side, but I saw past that. He wasn’t anything short of being the cutest thing I had seen in years and he could make me laugh. He was simply remarkable. The only bad part about this was, it was summer and I was in the Fort Peck Summer Theatre, and so was he. He was a company actor, and actors as you probably know travel from place to place meeting new people and experiencing new things often.

    Three months goes by faster than you think. I had an entire three months to spend “with” him. I put the word with in parenthesis because I never shared one on one time with him because, what would he care? He was an actor and he had better things to worry about. It’s not like he was going to care about me, so I kept to myself and I tried as best as I could to make the most out of the time I had with him without giving away this, at the time a silly little crush, away.

    Before I knew it, all three shows had gone by so quickly. If the theatre season was a man running, and the ground was summer, it would have left its shadow behind. And in a way, it did. Me. Myself. And I, being the shadow. How, you might ask. I felt like the dark remains of something that once was a bright and cheerful thing, like a flower that has dried.

    I remember the closing night of the last show he was in, Jesus Christ Superstar; He made for a sexy Judas. I reminisce in the memory of hugging him as soon as he came out from backstage. It was more of an embrace to remember. I hugged him twice and said goodbye countless times as my friend Catharine, waited patiently for me to finish.

    I don’t think I’ll ever forget that night, saying goodbye to him. And in a way, that’s the worst part. There is a way to know if what you experience is true love. If you think about that person every day and you don’t go an hour without having them on your mind, chances are you have a pretty good shot with this person. A way to know if you miss out on true love is, after they’re gone, you never go a day without thinking about them again; you will never forget.