Henhouse, what does one do with unrequited love? Does one let the love fester, or does one let it go? And if I wanted to let it go, how?
[HUMMING/VIBRATIONS BEGIN]
Stop and be still and listen, and I'll tell you a story. I’ll even tell you one you haven’t heard yet.
Once, a friend of mine attended a party for a friend of a friend. It was a very lavish affair, filled with beautiful people and enchanting music and other wonderful delights. And at this party, my friend met a beautiful woman in a white dress. The woman was witty and charming and glamorous, and my friend was smitten. They chatted in the garden until the party was over, and then it was time to go. My friend and the woman parted, and my friend went home to bed.
But he did not sleep. Instead, as he lay in bed he realized, he never did catch his new friend’s last name, or for that matter, any means of contacting her at all. And so, the next day, he went back to the house where the party was to ask after the woman he’d met the night before, but nobody seemed to know anything about her.
Why, the memory of this mysterious person haunted my friend for years. Every party he went to, he would look for her, hoping to meet her again, but she would not be there. No matter how hard he searched, she remained elusive. And yet, he found himself still thinking of her.
As the years went by, the feeling of love, of desperation to be reunited, that had grown inside him turned over into something new. He came to find himself no longer anxious on thinking of her or hopeless for her company. Instead, the feeling of his longing and his search was replaced by the gentleness of memory, and he found that thinking of her, though he still longed for her, was often joyful and sweet instead of lonely and sickening. He loved her, but not in the way he’d once pined after her. He decided he was glad to have met her, despite how brief their interaction had been, and that he would remember her, and in remembering be content.
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