But I hold to the notion there should be someone there, that it’s just that someone missing, that I’m holding a spot for her. I’m waiting for her to arrive, and when I do there will be a place of welcome and warmth available.
As I write these words it seems like such nonsense. That space, that position, has been vacant a long time now. Someone recently sent me some very encouraging words – but didn’t knock on my door. She never will. Bad fit perhaps. Geography. Fear. Other obstacles of changing one’s own life to fit another. O. Henry understood this. I get this. Most people don’t.
Interesting, Mark...I too was thinking along the same lines, just had the noun different. Instead of ‘pleasing’ it was best ‘effort’. It is one’s lifetime after all; might as well give it our best shot!, SF, Lethbridge, AB